#prudence mortimer

[loganscanons]

Summary: Child Prue uses her powers to see a future that makes her happy

CW: child abuse, mentions of religious trauma

Prue knelt on the kitchen floor, her body turned toward the wall, rigid and stiff with building pain. A layer of hard, uncooked grain coated the linoleum beneath her like shards of opaque glass. The grits dug into the pink of her knees, carving divots into her skin. She’d been kneeling there long enough to feel each granule grind against her bones. Hundreds of tiny knives. Her knees reddened as they swelled and blood pooled under the membrane of her skin. Adjusting her weight offered no relief, just drove the pain to another swath of dermis. Later, when her punishment was done, she would be allowed to brush away the grains and gather them into a jagged pile to be swept up and reused. Then, she would curl up on the cleared off tile with her knees bent, and she would gingerly pick out the grits nestled in the artificial dimples covering her skin. 

She refused to cry. The glass-like shards sent stinging pain swimming through the channels of her nervous system, and in response, an ache welled up in her throat, tightening and constricting. Her shoulders, looking like the stones that jutted out of the kitchen fireplace, angular and clad in a sooty black, rose in a sharp slant as she pulled in a deep breath. The lingering smell of cornmeal, fried oil, and milk touched her lungs. She pushed the breath out through her nose. With each slow breath, she forced the horrible tight ache of tears down. She wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t give her father that. Staring at the wall, she imagined him sitting at his desk in the tepid green light of his office, surrounded by civil war memorabilia indicative of his antiquated, chauvinistic character, a twisted snarl of smile on his face as he ruminated over the torture he was inflicting on his youngest daughter. The evil in his heart would be reflected in his dark features, his low, thick brow shadowing his eyes, the visible discoloration of his teeth as his lips pulled back in that cruel smile. 

In truth, little Prue didn’t know what went on inside her father. The tyranny that to her seemed like bloodthirst and a deep set craving for inflicting agony instead stemmed from a tumultuous fear and love for the Lord. In the name of God, he passed judgment with righteous paternity, believing his high-handed guidance would force her into the way of the light and save her from holy wrath. The grits digging into her skin would be her salvation. 

A few short years ago, when Prudence was a few inches shorter but no less skinny and sharp-boned, she stood in the threshold of the kitchen and watched her sister, Mercy, a teenager at the time, endure in muffled agony the same punishment of kneeling on grits. Mercy had sniffled and kept her sobs quiet, trying not to incur more wrath as silent tears rolled past her puffy eyelids and down her reddened cheeks. Her crime had been sharing the same spacious, open air as a teenage boy in her class, without a chaperone. They’d been close enough that they could feel the comforting warmth of each other’s awkward bodies, but not close enough to feel the soft stroke of the other’s skin. 

The girls’ mother had watched passively, her pale features making her seem a detached ghostly apparition, as their father announced Mercy’s sentence. While Mercy was made to pour grits onto the floor, their mother had left the room, floating on silent feet, too faint of heart to abide the suffering of another, but too cowardly to emerge from her specter form to speak against her husband’s cruel idea of justice.

Prue’s expression twisted at the memory, her nose bunching and turning up, her small lips pinching together hard. She hated them. She hated her mother’s passivity. Her indifference. Her cowardice. She hated her father’s iron fist. His tyranny. His righteousness. She hated that Mercy had been too weak to hold back her tears, that she’d shown weakness in the face of their father. She hated all of them. 

Prudence let her resentment boil hotly, building within her like a wretched, bitter stew, festering in her heart. She focused her gaze on the wall, her dark eyes sliding over the thin paths in the wallpaper, spindly veins beneath thin, aged flesh. The pattern was a whisper of what it once was, the flowers now sickly shades of paled pink and green, the birds yellow-brown blemishes of death. At the baseboard, the wallpaper curled and pulled away on its seams, disgusted by itself. Her gaze fell on a moisture stain, a tawny blossom around bubbling, stiff paper. 

The stain bloomed, waxing and ebbing in time with Prue’s deep breaths like an alien living thing, the lacy edges devouring the flowers and birds with a cold, inhuman hunger. The small leaves printed on the wallpaper faded further, blinking into pale, ice-white stars. The blossom spread until it had consumed the entire kitchen. The pain of gritty grains gouging into her knees spread up Prue’s thighs, pockmarking her skin with holes of a dried lotus pod. The sharp stabbing dug into the soft meat of her thighs and the potbelly pouch of baby fat she still carried, over her bony chest, carving into her ribs and sternum, up her neck and cheeks, down the sensitive skin of her upper arms, pricking the veins of her forearms. It spread and burned until she could feel nothing else at all. 

And then, any semblance of the kitchen was gone, and the pain sloughed off, and her skin was smooth and unmarked. She knelt in the vastness of space, surrounded by uncaring stars and impersonal dark matter. Everything between her ears felt electric, fritzing and popping as she let go and sank into the madness. 

The cold disconnection of being settled into her madness was uncomfortable but not unfamiliar. Even at her young age, she had grown accustomed to slipping into this void, guided by a detached, unknowable being. She blinked and looked around. There was nothing and there was everything. Any possibility, any future, any connection to her lay within her reach. Too many possibilities. A nervous queasiness seized her, bile spinning within her. Her heartbeat quickened, a frightened rabbit thumping away.

The unknowable being, formless and bodiless, placed handless hands on her shoulders and guided her. There was no direction in this cosmos. No up or down, no left or right. One turn and she’d lost all sense of orientation. But the unknowable being guided her, still teaching her young mind how to navigate this directionless infinity. 

Above her, one of the stars, a small green one, glowed brighter. A tense buzzing filled the void. Prue’s small frame vibrated. A second cosmos superimposed over the stars, flickering uneasily, as uncertain as the future it would show her. The star grew, burning and crackling. It grew hotter and hotter until suddenly, it ripped open with an angry, burning violence that stung Prue’s skin with millions of tiny pinpricks. Her very cells vibrated and burned. The light of the furious tear blazed white-hot, snapping and sizzling and blinding her. She shrank away instinctively. 

It happened in a fraction of a second. And then she was standing in the plantation house. There was the feeling that Prue always had in this house: the house was alive with something horrible, deep-seated and evil, raised on generations of spilled blood. A heavy, pungent sweat hung in the air. Deep, earthy breathing from somewhere deep inside the foundation. But, at the same time, there was something else. An encroaching lifelessness. A feeling that soon this home, if it could be called such a thing, would have no creature in it but the plantation itself. That dreaded beast would always hang heavy on this land. But soon nothing human would remain. 

In the upstairs office, Prue and her father were the only human inhabitants of the house. And soon, he would be gone too. The stark red of the confederate flags that adorned the walls and desk contrasted darkly with the swampy green light that hung over the room. Prue stood in a body that was hers but not the her of today. Though the bones of her shoulders still jutted out at aggressive angles, the sharp edges of her ribs and pelvis had blurred and softened into something gentler, the round baby fat of her belly had shifted, plushly fattening her thighs and hips. The skin of her arms was covered by modest sleeves, but she could see faint, agitated seams of red haloed by white on her pale hands.

In this woman’s body that didn’t yet belong to her, Prue stood above her father. The man that was once a mountainous tyrant cowered pathetically against the balcony windows, reduced to a wretched, sniveling piglet of a man. Prue watched with the cold passivity she’d inherited from her mother as she inflicted a tortuous end upon him. Her expression stayed disconnected, but a fountain of childlike glee bubbled in her chest, airy and light.

The unknowable being guided her through untold futures of daydreams come true, each one ripping open with a blinding, searing light that seemed to tear open the fabric of reality. As she watched her father, her mother, and sometimes her siblings, come to grievous ends at her own hand, the message was made clear. There was hope. There were futures where she gave herself everything she wanted. Everything she’d ever deserved. Everything they deserved.

With another blinding light, these happy visions sealed themselves away behind the inky fabric of space, and Prue again knelt in the vastness, surrounded by fading stars. As she breathed, the stars morphed, curling into old, printed leaves, and the blackness slowly slipped away, waning and sliding away over a dingy, decaying old wallpaper. Birds and flowers sprouted on the milky green paper, leaving marks like ugly, week-old bruises, mottled sickly yellows and greens. The kitchen reformed and she escaped the recesses of her own mind.

There she knelt on the hard grits, staring at the wall until she was relieved of her position, comforted by the brutal visions of the future.

[tr0ubl3d-sims3nd3r]

So, For a school project we had to do a family tree, and my family didn’t qualify for the amount of people. (Yeah. I know. Icky) so I decided to do my project on the Goths, and I got so many amazing photos! Anyway, here they are.

Mortimer, Cornelia, Lolita, and Gunther (I theorize Lolita is Corndog and Gun the R’s Daughter)

Lolita

Victor and Gretle

Prudence and Simon

Frida

Gunther and Cornelia

Bella and Mortimer

Cassandra

Cassandra and Alexander

Gunther, Cornelia, Cassandra, Bella, Alexander, and Mortimer.

Agnes

Robert, Agnes, and Erik

Erik and Agnes

Robert, Agnes, and Erik.

[dusksimulacre]

The Crumplebottom Family

Ghosts: Prudence/ Simon Crumplebottom/ Glenda / Gordon/ Oscar /Dorothea

Standing: Cornelia Goth/ Gunther Goth/ Agnes Crumplebottom/ Agatha Crumplebottom

LtoR: Cassandra Goth/Mortimer Goth/ Bella Goth/ Alexander Goth/ Wulf Goth/ Rebecca Goth/ Fryda Wolff/Gibson Goth/ Elmira Clamp/Ian Arneson/ Beatrice Crumplebottom/ Belinda Crumplebottom/ Bianca Crumplebottom/ Orion Michaelson/ Cristopher Michaelson/ Atlas Michaelson/ Celeste Michaelson/ Sebastian Michaelson.

For my story, I was trying to establish occult ancestry for a few families using TS1 NPCs. For the Crumplebottoms, I decided Glenda and Gordon The Ghosts (the Spectral Spouses you summon on Electro's Spooky Laboratory stage in Magic Town) were Crumplebottoms ( I have a whole story about them being in a coven dedicated to death/mediumship lead by Lady Ravendancer Goth, and their part in the Century Conflict/Vampire War/ Operation Eternal Sun [from the Werewolves pack lore] which I will write fully if i ever get to season 5 of my Micropolis X story 😣)

Glenda & Gordon had 2 sons, Simon (Canon) and Oscar (completely made up because i wanted Agatha & Agnes to actually appear in each other's family trees) .

Then of course, Simon & Prudence Crumplebottom have 2 daughters, Cornelia , mother to Mortimer and Rebecca Goth , and Agnes Crumplebottom, who I headcanon to be the mother of the Moonlight Falls Crumplebottom Sisters

I haven't quite figured out how Elmira Clamp and Ian Arneson are related, just that Agnes is Elmira's Aunt, but I've included them for completionism sake.

Oscar and his wife Dorothea had only one daughter, Agatha. I imagine they met (as well as Simon & Prudence) in Magic Town, maybe in a tranquil corner of Serra Glen, but during the Century Conflict, they decided to renounce all magic and start a farm in Henford where they knew they would be safe. Agatha grew up in the serenity of the countryside, whereas Agnes's early life was marred with fear. The other Crumplebottoms eventually left magic behind too, but some of them are still stricken with the lasting effects of the war.

Lastly, not even remotely canon, but I made Agatha the mother of Celeste Michaelson so that she'd have a family. The Crumplebottom/Charmed sisters live in San Sequoia/San Francisco too, so its nice for Celeste to be near her cousins.

[demonsteapot]

i try to draw a reference and it turns into this

character info vv

COM-421 (com) is an autonomous assassin unit constructed around partially living human remains. while few traces of the host's consciousness remain, it seems to have incorporated some human mannerisms into its function. it is fiercely protective of the remaining human body parts in its design, resisting any suggestion to replace them.

initially designed by independents for wartime use, com was reactivated by grace prudence and mort mortimer to defend them against various threats, including swootland's... aggressive revenue service, the residual shadows from grace's massive hangover, and also god itself.

[eternal-echoes]

"Signorina M.B. who was leaving San Giovanni Rotondo for a village in the Trentino, expressed her doubts to the Father: "It seems to me," she said, "that God can not grant my request, because I seem to have become cold in my faith, although my love of God has not diminished." "Remember," replied the Father, "always have prudence and love, for these two must stay together."

Prudence has the eyes, love the legs.

Love that has the legs, would wish to run to God, but the impulse of rushing towards Him is blind, and sometimes can cause one to stumble if not led by prudence, who has the eyes. Now about prudence. When prudence sees that love should be restrained, she lends her eyes. In this way love is held and guided by prudence, and acts as she should and not as she would like it."

-from the book Padre Pio: the Stigmatist by Rev. Charles Mortimer Carty

[black-plumbob]

165 Sim Lane

I rebuilt this lot months ago, but never got around to using it. It took me several hours just to furnish it, and by the end, I was too burnt out to work on the details (like individualizing the wallpapers, painting the ceilings, putting in curtains, buying paintings, etc). I also wanted to decorate it with a lot of Christmas stuff because it's winter, and I feel like Dina would be excited about decorating for Christmas (especially right after getting engaged to Mortimer). But I kind of just put a Christmas tree in the living room and called it a day 😅 Dina's lazy, so I guess it tracks ;)

My game has been kind of glitchy when it comes to throwing parties. I always set winter (January) as the first season of the year. For some reason, it makes my game register the first day of the save as the last day of winter, so the only party I can throw is the new year's bash. The last several times I've done the scripted events, I've had to marry Don and Cassandra without throwing a party. It makes the Goth family's backyard feel a little strange. They're clearly expecting a lot of guests, but it ends up being just the family.

So when I was redesigning the lot, I wanted the wedding supplies to be a little more permanent. I wanted the setup to look like many Goths (and their family friends) have gotten married here over many decades (and perhaps even the past century). It suits Mortimer very well, since I usually use him as Pleasantview's priest. As the person who's officiated most (if not all) of Pleasantview's marriages, I think it's fitting that his yard is relatively open to those who want a more private wedding.

For the Goth graveyard, I used mike_1102's urnstone spawner to add Frida Goth and Prudence Crumplebottom to the graveyard. The graves are kind of difficult to see because they're overgrown with weeds. I didn't think much about it until I was taking the screenshots, but perhaps Mortimer would still be maintaining Gunther and Cornelia's graves? Though Mortimer is 60 (at least in my game), so perhaps he's lost all interest in gravesite upkeep.

Not pictured, but across from these graves, I put Agnes and Frida in the same plot, the same way that I usually place the graves of married couples. I'm sure Agnes is in the Goth graveyard as a Sims 1 easter egg, but I find it kind of interesting that Agnes is in the Goth graveyard, and Frida Goth was never married 🤔 Though it's very possible Maxis left Frida out of the graveyard because she would've been buried with her husband's family...but I think it's a lot more interesting to headcanon Agnes and Frida living in the Goth mansion as "roommates."

Like I mentioned earlier in the post, I wanted to do some Christmas decorations, but I only ended up with the Christmas tree. I wanted to move some of the furniture in a way that felt cramped - basically, like Dina was pushing the family's belongings into a corner so that her decorations took precedence. The biggest problem was the piano, which got shoved into the hallway outside the third floor study. But when I was trying to find a place for Cassandra's robotics station, I needed the space, so I had to move the piano somewhere else. I ended up taking out the archway between the living room and the kitchen so I could fit the piano there.

It ended up working out because I really wanted the Goths to have a grand piano. Now its on the opposite wall as the upright, in the kitchen. I feel the Goths have done a lot of entertaining over the years. Especially with their wedding setup in the yard.

Overall, decorating the Goth mansion (particularly the living room) has been challenging because I see Mortimer as a bit of a snob/technophobe, and he would absolutely loathe having a TV in his home, especially his living room.

I'm not playing a strictly 2000's save, but if this save were to start in 2004, Mortimer would've been born in 1944. Wikipedia says that half of US households owned a TV in 1955. So realistically, it's not like TV was after his time or anything. But perhaps Gunther and Cornelia were part of the "TV is rotting the youth's mind" crowd, and Mortimer carried that belief all the way into his golden years.

Additionally, I gave Mortimer (and the Goths) a phonograph and a rotary phone. Phonographs may have been a little before Mortimer's time, but I like to think that it was an heirloom from Gunther and Cornelia, or perhaps even Victor and Gretle.

Though Mortimer is a technophobe/snob, I doubt he's in the kitchen very much. I'm sure that Bella used to order high-end appliances, and I doubt that Cassandra shares her dad's weird technological hangups. So I gave her all the nice appliances.

Mortimer and Cassandra's bedrooms are pretty much the same size, but Mortimer's bedroom is a little more cramped because of the fireplace. Since Dina has just moved in, I figured one of the very first things she'd do is buy new bedding. So she threw out his old black sheets and replaced them with red blankets that have hearts on them. Meanwhile, I kept Cassandra's color scheme black and red in order to fit with the rest of the house - though I kind of wish I'd made her bedding all black to distinguish herself from Dina. Or maybe the red reminds her of Bella?

The rooms on the third floor are unfortunately very tiny. I wanted to fit as many bedrooms as I could because Cassandra is pretty notorious for having a large family. I also had to consider the possibility of Cassandra marrying Darren and having to make space for Dirk.

I ended up with 4 bedrooms. Each bedroom has a hallway that I ended up using as a kind of shared space. Though its hard to see, the hallway outside Alexander's bedroom has a TV in it. The only time the TV could bother Mortimer is when he's en route to his secret study - but even then, he could avoid the TV altogether by walking through Cassandra's workshop instead of the other hallway.

On the 4th floor is Mortimer's secret study. I watched Bigmouth's Pleasantview series last year, and now I'm obsessed with the idea of Mortimer having a secret study. But I didn't know what to put in it!! I wanted to add a couple elixirs of life, but nobody had the aspiration points lol. So for now, I've added a couple money trees. In the actual game, money trees are pretty useless. But for storytelling purposes, perhaps these are the actual source of the Goth family's fortune? ;)

[ee-bah-sims]

The Spring family decide to invite over some of Willow Creek's more refined residents to entertain them. Election time is nearing, and Victor needs to secure the votes of his constituents. Prudence will accept any excuse to show off her piano playing skills. Even Gwen is invited, everyone knows babies do wonders for a person's public image!

[nappe-plays-the-sims]

Cassandra: Who were they?

Mortimer: Bella’s coven. Nothing you need to concern yourself with.

Cassandra: Are you certain they believed your words?

Mortimer: You saw them. They don’t stand a chance.

Cassandra: By whose metrics? Don’t be naïve.

Mortimer: *smiles* You are just like your mother. Fear not, daughter. I started this, and I will end this.

[winchybro]

Goth/Crumplebottom Family

Terminato il Makeover delle unità famigliari di Willow Creek, ho sentito l’impulso di arricchire lo scenario con qualche elemento aggiuntivo ripescato dai capitoli precedenti della saga di The Sims. Ecco quindi l’intero albero genealogico del buon vecchio Mortimer Goth. Essendo ben 5 generazioni di Sims, ho preferito presentarli tutti in versione Adulta/Giovane Adulta invece che anziani e/o fantasmi, così da renderne chiari e visibili i volti. Prima di iniziare il makeover di Oasis Springs, completerò questo popolamento creando anche i parenti di Bella: i membri della famiglia Bachelor (generando un “ponte di collegamento” con la famiglia Caliente attraverso Michael - fratello di Bella e defunto marito di Dina in The Sims 2). Spero apprezziate. XO

[thesimtraveler]

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If Gunther was surprised by Mortimer’s question, he did not show it.

“Hmm,” Gunther hummed. “I guess it would have been on Robert’s wedding day.”

Mortimer frowned. “Robert? Who is that?”

“Robert Crumplebottom,” Gunther explained. 

“Your mother’s uncle. He died not long after the wedding - a chandelier dropped on him. It was a tragedy.”

Mortimer grimaced. “Right, back to my question...”

“Ah yes,” Gunther hummed. 

“Well, it was a very small and private ceremony. Robert’s wife was very...neurotic. Took a lot of convincing on your mother’s part to even let me attend as her plus one.”

“Anyway, there we were, at this super small and very traditional Jacoban wedding, and I glanced at your mother for one small second.”

“The expression on her face, I will never forget it,” Gunther said with a nostalgic smile. 

“That was when I knew.”

[northern-angel]

Back at home, Cassie needs a coffee and Iliona stares at her in judgement. Alex is all tired out from the park, he takes a nap on the sofa. Iliona makes friends with someone who is as finicky as her, the Goth’s Butler. Once awake Alex starts to get to know his kitty. The ghosts are out in full force, this time Frida Goth and Prudence Crumplebottom. Frida mostly sticks to emptying out the fridge, but Prudence scares Cassandra twice and Mortimer once. Thankfully they both had wants for those scares. Alex sleeps soundly upstairs, Iliona providing protection from ghosts, vampires and some dude called the Hooded Claw. Also Mortimer really doesn’t like to close the bathroom door.

[spiderandthesims]

1880s Names

A

Boys

Abel, Abraham, Adam, Addison, Adelbert, Alexander, Alfred, Aloysius, Alphonse, Ambrose, Amos, Anderson, Andrew, Angus, Anthony, Anton, Archibald, Art, Arthur, Aubrey, August, Augustine, Augustus, Avery

Girls

Ada, Adelaide, Adele, Adeline, Agatha, Agnes, Alice, Alma, Almeda, Alta, Anastasia, Angeline, Anna, Annabelle, Anne, Arizona, Augusta, Augustine, Aurelia, Aurora

B

Boys

Barney, Benjamin, Bennett, Bernard, Bishop, Bradford

Girls

Beatrice, Bernadette, Bess, Bessie, Beulah, Birdie

C

Boys

Carlton, Carson, Casper, Cassius, Cecil, Charles, Chauncey, Chester, Christian, Christopher, Clarence, Claude, Clement, Clifford, Coleman, Conrad, Cornelius, Curtis

Girls

Camille, Caroline, Catherine, Cecilia, Celestia, Celestine, Celia, Charity, Charlotte, Christine, Claire, Clara, Clarice, Claudia, Clementine, Conception, Constance, Corda, Cordelia, Cornelia

D

Boys

Dallas, Daniel, Darius, David, Dennis, Dewitt, Dorsey, Douglas, Dudley, Dwight

Girls

Daisy, Delia, Della, Delphia, Docia, Dollie, Dolly, Dolores, Dora, Dorcas, Doris, Dorothy, Dove, Dovie, Drucilla

E

Boys

Early, Edmond, Edward, Edwin, Eldridge, Eli, Elias, Elijah, Elliott, Ellis, Ellsworth, Elmer, Elton, Elwood, Emerson, Emery, Emil, Emmett, Enoch, Ephraim, Erasmus, Erastus ,Eric, Ernest, Ervin, Erwin, Eugene, Everett, Ezra

Girls

Edith, Edmonia, Effie, Elaine, Elda, Eldora, Eleanor, Elise, Eliza, Elizabeth, Ella, Elma, Elnora, Eloise, Elsa, Elsie, Emily, Emma, Emmaline, Era, Erma, Erna, Ernestine, Essie, Esta, Estella, Estelle, Esther, Ethel, Ethelyn, Etta, Eudora, Eugenia, Eula, Eulalia, Eunice, Euphemia

F

Boys

Felix, Ferdinand, Francis, Franklin, Frederick, Fredrick

Girls

Fanny, Fay, Felicia, Fern, Fidelia, Flora, Florence, Florida, Francis

G

Boys

Gabriel, Garrett, General, George, Gideon, Giles, Golden, Gregory

Girls

Geneva, Genevieve, Georgia, Georgie, Goldie, Grace, Gwendolyn

H

Boys

Harmon, Harold, Harris, Harrison, Henry, Hollis, Homer, Horace, Howard, Howard, Howell, Hugo

Girls

Harriett, Hattie, Henrietta, Hester, Honora, Hope, Hortense

I

Boys

Irving

Girls

Imogene, Indiana, Iona, Iris, Isadora

J

Boys

Jack, Jackson, Jacob, James, Jasper, Jeremiah, John, Jonathan, Joseph, Josiah, Judson, Jules, Julian, Junius

Girls

Jane, Josephine, Judith, Julia, Julie, Juliet, June

K

Boys

Kenneth

Girls

Kathleen

L

Boys

Lawrence, Lawson, Leander, Leonard, Lewis, Lionel, Logan, Lucien, Lucius, Luther, Lyman

Girls

Lacy, Lillian, Lilly, Louise, Lucia, Lucille, Lucinda, Lucretia, Lucy

M

Boys

Major, Malcolm, Marcus, Marshall, Martin, Mason, Mathias, Matthew, Maurice, Maxwell, Michael, Miles, Milo, Milton, Monroe, Morgan, Mortimer

Girls

Mabel, Madeline, Magnolia, Marie, Mary, Matilda, Maude, May, Melinda, Mildred, Millicent, Millie, Minerva, Minnie, Miriam, Missouri, Mollie, Mona

N

Boys

Nathan, Nathaniel, Neil, Nelson, Newton, Nicholas, Noah, Noel, Norman, Norris

Girls

Netta, Nettie, Nevada, Nona, Nora, Norah, Norma

O

Boys

Oliver, Oren, Orson, Otis, Otto, Owen

Girls

Odelia, Odessa, Ola, Olive, Ona, Opal, Ophelia, Ora, Orpha, Ottilie

P

Boys

Patrick, Percival, Percy, Peter, Phillip, Pierce, Pleasant

Girls

Pansy, Parthenia, Patience, Pearl, Penelope, Permelia, Philomena, Phoebe, Polly, Priscilla, Prudence

Q

Boys

Quincy

R

Boys

Raymond, Richard, Richmond, Robert, Rodney, Roger, Ross

Girls

Rita, Rosalie, Rose, Rowena, Ruby, Ruth

S

Boys

Samuel, Seymore, Sidney, Silas, Simon, Solomon, Stanley, Stephan, Sterling, Stewart, Sylvester

Girls

Samantha, Sophronia

T

Boys

Thaddeus, Theodore, Thomas, Thorton, Tillman, Timothy, Tobias, Truman

Girls

Tennessee, Thelma, Theodora, Theodosia, Theresa, Tillie

U

Boys

Ulysses

Girls

Una

V

Boys

Valentine, Vernon, Victor, Vincent, Virgil

Girls

Vera, Verona, Vesta, Victoria, Viola, Violet, Virginia, Vivian

W

Boys

Walker, Wallace, Walter, Warren, Watson, Webster, Wesley, Wilber, Wilbert, Wilbur, Wiley, Wilfred, Willam, Willard, William, Wilson, Winfield

Girls

Wilda, Wilhelmina, Wilma, Winifred, Winnifred, Winona

Z

Girls

Zella, Zora

[pennywaltzy]

Joy To The World -- Phrack

I went through all my Phrack fics and made a new series! It’s called “Scenes & Seasons Of Phrack” and it’s a story of them getting together in the show with missing scenes and post-”Miss Fisher and the Crypt of Tears” life together.

A Moment Under The Mistletoe - Jack leaves the Christmas in July party for a moment and manages to surprise Phryne in the process.

READ @ AO3 | SERIES PAGE

Cec and Bert and Jane were singing “Joy to the World” when Jack slipped out of the parlour to get a moment to himself. He was happy for the Christmas in July celebrations, now that they were safe, but he had come close to losing Phryne in the mine shaft. Had Nicholas Mortimer aimed anywhere other than Phryne’s feet, she could have died. It had weighed on his mind ever since he came to in the mine shaft to see Phryne had knocked him down to the ground and the bullet casings on the ground.

But here she was, laughing and chatting with her extended family, not a care in the world. She was going to be the death of him, he knew it.

She pulled away from Prudence and made her way out to him. “They aren’t off-key, you know,” she said with a smile, sipping her champagne.

“I know. ‘Joy to the World’ is a song one could get very...excited about.” He leaned against the door jamb, taking her in. She was gorgeous, as usual. He knew he was in love with her but sometimes he wondered if she would ever feel the same way. He hoped she would, but she continued to live her life the way she had before and that forced him to do the same.

“So why did you leave?” she asked.

“I just needed a moment,” he said. He looked up and saw a sprig of mistletoe, not the type that Jane had been waving around. “It seems Jane will get her kiss after all.”

“Oh,” Phryne said, looking up and then turning to Jack with a smile on her face. Jack leaned in and kissed her cheek softly, then pulled away and went back into the room, not missing the surprised look on her face. Maybe, sometimes, he could get the upper hand between them.

[zuskarumoto]

Agnes Crumplebottom-Darling

Townie Profile

Traits: Hot-Headed, Loner, Bookworm

Parents: Simon Crumplebottom & Prudence Crumplebottom

Sibling: Agatha Crumplebottom & Cornelia Crumplebottom-Goth Spouse: Erik Darling

Children: Susan Darling

Other Family: Mortimer Goth (Nephew) Cassandra & Alexander Goth (Great-Niece and Nephew) Marc Dreamer & Gianna Goth (Great Great-Niece and Nephew) Christie Dreamer: (Great x3 Niece)

Young Adult:

Adult:

[mercutio-fondly]

Introducing the Crumplebottoms...

- Simon Crumplebottom (left)

Aspiration: Knowledge/Fortune

Personality: 2/3/9/7/4

OTH: Sports

LTW: Become Game Designer Lvl 10

- Prudence Crumplebottom (right)

Aspiration: Knowledge/Popularity

Personality: 2/3/9/7/4

OTH: Sports

LTW: Become Head of SCIA Lvl 10

For those who don't know, these two are Mortimer's maternal grandparents through Cornelia Goth.

They are one of at least two couples with the exact same personality *sighs*

Up next -> The Marshs!

[thesnadger]

Around 5 today I was getting a prescription when I saw this:

I opened Discord on my phone to make a half hearted attempt at pretending to myself that I wasn't going to buy it.

Please note it took less than 20 minutes to go from "please tell me not to buy this" to "I'm buying this don't tell me not to."

The woman at the register asked if I minded her removing the clearance sticker. I said "no, I don't think I have much use for it." She laughed and said "stick it on your boyfriend!" Without hesitation I patted the box and said "this is my boyfriend now."

Welcome home buddy, you're part of the family now.

Still deciding on a name. So far I’ve narrowed it down to:

Mother Slaughter (after the Graveyard Book character, but mostly because I like the way it sounds)

Leota Toombs (after the Imagineer who worked on the Haunted Mansion, because she’s cool and because her last name sounds like Tombs)

Prudence Barrowbone

Marrow Molly

Mortimer J. Sardonicus

Cassandra Calcaneus

Carrion (Carrie for short)

Blanche deGraves

Grim Annie