#name hoarding
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arthyritis · 2 months ago
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Was beginning to get attached to a new name and thought about adding it to my hoard, then tried to picture people calling me it and realised it didn't actually suit/appeal to me, I'm simply that: attached.
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camotherogue · 2 years ago
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One-upping the porn bots by stealing parts of their usernames for my name hoard
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nexus-nebulae · 2 years ago
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NAME HOARD COUNT COMPLETE AS WELL WE'RE AT 177
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zpl1nt3r3d-b0n3-zhardz · 1 year ago
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Hi! I was wondering if you could give me an extended name based off the nickname Andy?
maybe something with a small feminine twist so I could duel wield my gender expression. Fairycore / Cottagecore if the aesthetic makes it any easier
thank you sm and I love all your name suggestions
wah! thank yous so muches!! much appreciated hopes you enjoys this list
andrea
andreal
Andromedy
anroday
andrei
anda
andinia
Adriana
andora
Amanda
amana
andai
sorrys for the lack of ideas didn't have alots of ideas!
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hawkinsbnbg · 3 months ago
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Eddie Munson wasn’t one who knew when to quit.
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Eddie Munson was a lot of things, but he wasn’t one who knew when to quit.
He sold drugs when it was frowned upon because he wanted to help his uncle pay the bills. He did drugs because why the hell not?
He loved music that was too loud, he played games that were considered satanic, he wore his queerness as a badge of honor in the town that hated him.
He headed to hell, sacrificed himself for the kid he loved and people he barely knew, and survived the odds.
He graduated high school by tooth and nail, pursued his dream when everyone deemed he was a lost cause. He worked harder when being pushed down. He succeeded.
He made it big, achieved his dream, got fame and wealth at his disposal. He was notorious for the long list of flings left in every city he visited. He despised the snobs, bigots, and paparazzi.
He—
He tried to quit mooning over the beautiful man who had saved his life alongside the whole world. Who was the object of his desire and obsession. His dream and muse, his pain and yearning.
Who was the bane of his existence, the opium to the addict in his core. Dangerous and yet, lovely, irresistible.
Even so, he could never bring himself to ignore the monthly phone calls with Steve, listening to the warm voice that made his heart ache and flutter, checking in to make sure his boy was still safe in the town that he had left behind to go spread his wings.
Yes, his.
The moment Steve kissed him—shaky, tender, sweet—their souls had intertwined, bounded together for evermore.
Eddie couldn’t bring himself to deny it, that he had lost his heart to Steve Harrington since the first time he caught a glimpse of those pretty eyes and soft lips, wishing he could kiss them one day.
And then he did.
Back when their feelings were still new, fresh, tentative. They had done everything any young lovers would do upon having made it through an almost-apocalypse together.
They dove headfirst into each other. Touching, crying, kissing, laughing, and making love. They consumed, they devoured, they ignited.
And they crashed.
Eddie couldn’t stand being the town’s prime murder suspect even after the charge had been dropped.
Steve couldn’t bear leaving the only place he had grown up in, the place he had fought for with his life. He had people, friends who needed him there, who would miss him a terrible amount if he decided to leave.
But Eddie didn’t have such problems. His uncle didn’t rely on him the same way the kids did to Steve. His friends had left long before the ‘earthquake’ took place.
A label had sought him out after seeing his performance at The Hideout, offered him a good deal if he signed with them, and for the first time since his life had been turned upside down, Eddie saw hope.
He had talked with Steve about it. About leaving for a better future. About them making a life together somewhere outside the cursed town they had been unfortunately put in.
But it was a wistful thinking. Because sometimes, love was never enough. And sometimes, Eddie wasn’t the only scared one.
They parted. Tearful but surprisingly civil. They hadn’t been through so much just to lose each other over a mutual breakup.
Because Eddie still loved Steve.
And Steve still loved Eddie.
Simple as that.
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"Don’t be hung up on me, Munson," Steve whispered to him, hugging him so tight that his healed ribs might crack again. Eddie didn’t think he would mind if it meant he could stay in this moment forever.
"I should be the one telling you that, Stevie," Eddie sniffled, hugging the boy he loved just as fiercely.
He suddenly didn’t want to leave anymore. Maybe he could apply for a position at the plant, asked Wayne for a recommendation. Or he could make do with the mine at the edge of the town, he heard they were hiring just the other day ago.
"Good luck, Eds," Steve pressed a kiss on his ear. "Don’t do drugs, don’t get in trouble, don’t be–"
"–stupid."
Steve laughed, tilting his head back and offering his pale throat for Eddie’s greedy eyes. The urge to lick, to bite, to leave a mark was strong, but Eddie just tightened his hold around Steve further, because the privilege wasn't his anymore.
"I was going for ‘cute’," Steve looked back at him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, nails scratching the back of his nape teasingly, eyes light and twinkling with mirth. Eddie wanted to kiss him. "But I guess ‘stupid’ suits you just fine."
"Stop flirting," Eddie chided him half-heartedly, unable to resist it anymore and leaned in to peck the end of his nose.
Steve blushed, pretty and precious, before releasing him and finally stepping back. Too close and too far at the same time.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, and Eddie was thankful that their friends were considerate enough to give them some semblances of privacy after having said their goodbye.
Before Eddie could do something stupid like falling to his knees and begging Steve to go with him, the final boarding called for his flight.
"So this is it," he shrugged on his duffle and gave Steve a lopsided smile.
"Have a safe flight, Eddie," Steve squeezed his shoulder before stepping aside so the others could do the same.
As Eddie turned on his heels, he could feel Steve’s gaze trailing after him until he disappeared behind the gate.
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"He kept asking me when would you come to Indianapolis, which was unfair because how could I possibly know that? And the dipshit just rolled his eyes at me with Aren’t you supposed to be his best friend or something? Then I had to set it straight with him that us being on the phone once a month doesn’t mean I’d know every deepest darkest secret about you."
Eddie felt his chest and stomach warm with fondness when Steve didn’t deny that they were best friends, didn’t insist that the position was for Robin only. Because Steve was cool like that. Because why on earth would he refuse to have two best friends who would go to hell with him?
Eddie bet if he looked at the mirror right now, he would see himself smiling like a lovesick idiot.
There was something so endearing about Steve whining to him about their kids and friends every time they talked.
It was as if they had been doing this their whole life. Talking about mundane things, asking about each other's days, chatting about everything and anything.
It would be awfully domestic if they lived together.
Eddie could imagine it, see it clearly in his mind.
Steve sharing the spaces with him, waking up in the same bed as him, standing in the kitchen wearing the Kiss the Cook apron, swaying to the songs from the radio, giggling cutely when Eddie smothered him with kisses, smiling warmly as they did the chores together, getting huffy and bitchy when they bantered, and humming softly to some random tunes Eddie just came up with.
Perhaps, they would all become his new reality if he took that first step.
Eddie Munson wasn’t one who knew when to quit, after all.
And for Steve, he would take a million steps to make them work this time.
"Are you sure, Stevie?" He asked.
"Sure what?"
"That you haven’t already known every deepest, darkest secret of mine."
He heard Steve take a deep inhale. Eddie smiled fondly. His smart boy, always knew him so well.
"Eddie..."
"I’m an adult now, sweetheart," he chuckled. "Gotta be the one addressing the elephant in the room when my boy is too stubborn to look at it."
"Don’t be silly," Steve said weakly, a bit breathless. Good to know Eddie still had that effect on him even after all those years.
"I can’t, Stevie," Eddie lowered his voice, like he was telling a secret. "Been silly for you since high school. Don’t think I can stop it now."
"I told you to move on."
"And I didn’t promise anything," Eddie bit back a laugh, knowing how frustrated Steve must be right now. "I tried. Haven’t you seen all of that?"
There was a reason Eddie did everything in his capacity to appear on the headlines most of the time. He wanted Steve to see him, to watch him, to be there for every little step he took, to be in his life as much as possible.
"... I have," Steve sighed, sounding more tired than dejected.
"So you know how hard it had been for me to find someone who could measure up to you," Eddie twirled a strand of his hair absently. "They always failed at the ‘having perfect hair’ part."
"Bet they didn’t know what Farrah Fawcett is, huh?"
"They just looked at me blankly when I told them to take better care of their hair," Eddie grinned at the lovely sound of Steve’s giggle.
"So," Eddie cleared his throat slightly and braved on when Steve quieted down. "My band’s final destination is Indianapolis. It’s a two-night stop. After that, I’ll take my well-deserved break in Hawkins for a few months, visit my uncle and our friends, and see if you’re gonna take me back."
"Eddie," Steve said pointedly. "We both agreed that it’s better for us to stay friends. And I don’t– I can’t watch you leave again. I’m not made for it."
"Baby," Eddie said softly, his heart breaking at the sound of Steve’s sharp inhale, like it was too much, like the word hadn’t been on the tip of his tongue every time they spoke. "Everything’s different now. Our kids are all in colleges, our friends have their jobs and families, and I think it’s time you allow yourself to live your life, Stevie."
"What are you trying to say here, Eddie?" Steve asked shakily.
"That I need you," Eddie poured out his heart. "I craved for you, missed you so much that it hurts me physically. All of my songs are about you and just for you. I’m obsessed with you, bewitched by you, my love. You’ve been in my mind for years now and I don’t think it’ll stop any time soon."
"C’mon, angel," he went on as Steve let out a small gasp. "I did everything you told me to. No drugs, no fights, no troubles. Haven't I been good enough?"
"Except you’re still hung up on me," Steve laughed softly, warmly.
"Yeah, I’m still an addict, after all," Eddie chuckled. "It’s impossible to quit loving you, baby boy."
"Me, too," Steve said after a while. "I'm still hung up on you, Eddie," his voice cracked as he admitted quietly, "still in love with you."
"Christ, we make quite a pair, huh?" Eddie chuckled, running a hand down his face.
"Tell me about it," Steve let out an amused huff.
In the next several minutes, they discussed what they would do when Eddie got back. And in return, Eddie promised to send everyone at home tickets and backstage passes so they could go see him once the show was over.
"I listened to them all, you know," Steve said amidst their conversation.
Eddie paused, feeling his heart somersault and pressing a hand on his chest to calm it down.
"I’m glad," he said, crooning, "'cause they’re my love letters for you, darlin'."
"Gosh, you’re such a sap."
He could hear the smile in Steve’s voice.
"Your sap," Eddie grinned so much that his cheeks hurt. "Only yours, baby boy."
"Guess you’re right," Steve giggled. "Can’t wait to see you again. My sappy poet."
It had been years since they last saw each other. At least on Eddie’s part, because he knew Steve had seen him plenty on the TV and in those magazines.
Eddie was relieved that they had been too stubborn to let themselves grow apart and still kept in touch to this day.
For being long-distance friends, they didn’t have a lot to catch up with except their pent-up feelings for each other.
Eddie looked at the framed candid photo of Steve on his nightstand.
In the shot, Steve was wearing his signature blue polo and snug jeans. Around his neck was a silver chain that carried Eddie’s guitar pick, tucked safely beneath his shirt.
He was watching the kids fooling around in the pool. Cold beer in his hands as he turned to Robin, whispering about anything he found funny like a cute gossip schoolboy.
Eddie’s boy.
Golden skin kissed by the sun. Hazel eyes sparkled with joy, like gemstones that tasted of warm caramel. Rosy cheeks, pouty lips, freckled nose. All perfect and divine under the bright daylight.
The photo had cost Eddie an arm and a leg when he asked to buy it from Jonathan.
It was worth every penny.
"Soon, angel," Eddie said softly. "I’ll be there before you know it."
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Two days later, Eddie stood on Steve’s front porch with his luggage and rang the bell.
When Steve opened the door and saw him, a warm smile graced those pretty features.
"Hey."
There were no questions about why Eddie had returned earlier than planned. Because Steve knew Eddie was never good at the waiting game. And he had waited long enough for both of their sake.
"Hey yourself," Eddie smiled back, taking a couple of steps forward to erase the little distance between them.
As Steve tilted his chin up slightly to look at him, Eddie leaned down to peck the corner of that lovely mouth, resting his hands on the soft waist.
"I’m home, baby."
Naturally, Steve hooked his arms around Eddie’s neck and pressed their lips together—firm, tender, sweet.
Just like their first kiss.
"Welcome home, Eds."
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waywardwonder · 2 years ago
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You know what the real problem in the batfam is — EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM WAS AN ONLY CHILD
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smalltimidbean · 6 months ago
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Blast of Many Little Guys Upon You;
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amalgamcorps · 1 month ago
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oc i was concepting a lil while ago...
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year ago
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Names revealed and returned. (context)
[First] Prev <--> Next
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abominating · 4 months ago
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Elden Ring Names .ᐟ
Raoden,Asmodean,Siegmeyer,Beldeine,Maedrhos,Kalam,Ivaran,Vuluin,Volodar,Rowan,Amalric,Yric,Kharis,Elaeith,Godefrid,Eadmod,Aldywn,Malthus,Anlyth,Merek,Luirlan,Enania,Sionia,Thaciona,Meira,Alanis,Galia,Aenwyn,Valindra,Rynna,Delimira,Loreleia,Elphine,Tephysea,Thessalia,Lymseia,Ferraine,Iltyrra,Fyra,Fayeth,Symania,Nueleth,Imra,Thaciona,Gwynestri,Mythril,Vulen,Anerin,Engelise,Syvis,Neica,Morthil,Finnea.
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jellyfshing · 1 year ago
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C3彡 clown id pack !!
☆~{ for anon }~☆
C3彡 names :
clown , yippie , polka(dot) , dottie , buttercup , daisie , ditzie , skittle , spark , button , bon , jester , patches , stitch , kipper , tetris , ruffle , sketch , kite , snicker , doodle , sprinkle , cirque , ribbon , carnival , parade , bonnie , espie , puzzle , kip , kizzy , poppy , raspberry , patches , tune , nifty , scout , piper , jestette , clownette , clownesse , harley , harlette , quinny , quin(n) , fool , trick(tryck) , trix(tryx) , jokesy , ace , joker , jesterette , jesteresse , jesterlita
C3彡 pronouns :
joke joker , jester jesters , clown clowns , harley harlequin , fool fools , trick tricks , trick trickster , joke jokes , joke jokester , prank pranks , prank prankster , perform performs , perform performer , co comical , pos posse , mim mime , an antic , honk honks , dot dots , pop pops , juggle juggles , party partys , colo(u)r colo(u)rs , fun funs , smile smiles , mis mischief , dot dots , pom poms , :3 :3s , :3c :3cs , :p :ps , boop boops , boing boings , bri bright , giggle giggles , splat splats , chi chime , yip yips , pip pips , bard bards , jingle jangle , 🤡 🤡s , 🎉 🎉s , 🥳 🥳s , 🎡 🎡 s , 🎠 🎠s , 🎪 🎪s , 🎢 🎢s , 🎊 🎊s , 🎈 🎈s , 🎂 🎂s , 🎁 🎁s , 🖍 🖍s , 🔔 🔔s , ❗ ❗s , 🗯 🗯s , 🧁 🧁s
C3彡 titles :
the trickster , [prn] who is known for [prns] (tricks / pranks / sillyness) , the one who preforms , [prn] who loves laughter , the bard of [anything here :3] , [prn] who jingles when [prn] walks , the funniest jester , [prn] who is laughed at by all
C3彡 genders :
pastelclowaesic , clowneocorian , trijezeic , carniqueer , jestercoric , jestercostumic , jestgender , jocugender , jestagender , jestmasquin , clownlolitagender , costumeclowngender , clowncomfic , circuscandyic
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ellatherepersons · 4 months ago
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Also can you draw traffictea pretty pls i love rivals to lovers
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I love them so much
Youve infected me
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silktouchhands · 1 year ago
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reblog and say in the tags what name you think fits prev :]
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turtleplushi · 1 year ago
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My son
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mars-paws · 29 days ago
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what the fuck kind of name is Milton dawg
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brazen-art · 7 months ago
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Gang's on the move
(a pipe burst in the hoard storage room)
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