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sirmanmister · 9 months
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Cuz Tumblr is annoying I’m gonna stagger artfight uploads but here is one of the first ones I did for @ghoulghostly!!!
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ghostlyarchaeologist · 2 months
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The Librarians S01E06 And the Apple of Discord.
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Countdown to The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel Season 5
S03E03: Panty Pose
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cozyaliensuperstar7 · 2 months
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2024 Award Season: Black Hollywood 👑
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r0-boat · 1 year
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* suffering from writer's block*
"I know exactly what will fix it!"
Puts all my OCS in one house in The Sims 4 and watches as the chaos starts*
"yesss.... Entertainment"
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craftyandy · 7 months
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Mr Anti Woke Nintendo FAILS
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57arFDxa1IY&t Nintendo doesn't know when to NintenDONT. #starfield #heelvsbabyface #pronouns #antiwoke #woke #bathesda #metroid #nintendo #mrantiwoke #craftyarts #craftyandy #videogames #gamers #transphobia
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finny-simmies · 2 years
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Windslar
Faust
Ulrike Faust
Tobias Faust
Fyres
Moira Fyres
Dominic Fyres
Siobhan Fyres
Noah Meyer
Sheridan Fyres
Aisling Fyres
Munch
Gunther Munch
Maaike Haas (Munch)
Stefan Munch
Sterling Munch
Huntington
J Huntington III
Kat Jenkins
Emilia Huntington
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xinthesewallsx · 1 year
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mass tag drop pt 2
(musings ||
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Pharmacy in Lauenstein – Robert Sterl (detail) // Melancholy or Pia de’ Tolomei – Eliseo Sala // Penitent Magdalene at the Foot of the Cross – Francesco Hayez // Brawl in Front of a Tavern – Heinrich Bürkel (detail) // The Trysting Place – Edmund Leighton // The Sense of Sight – Annie Swynnerton (detail) // Call Your Mom – Noah Kahan
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svnaaaaaa · 5 months
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Monte Carlo : Charles Leclerc AU (Part Four)
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pairing : charles leclerc x fem reader
summary : amélie and noah learned something from their mum's past, charles and y/n learned something about each other.
warning(s) : angst
previous : part three
next : part five
masterlist
author's note : posting this for charles' birthday. happy birthday to our sweet boy. may this week's gp brings happiness and podium to charles and us ❤️
tagging : (if you want to be tagged in, let me know)
recap :
"who is there?!" both noah and amélie turned around and saw an old man, who is angry at them. both of them were confused with this man. "this is our mum's grave and we're her children." noah said calmly. the old man looked confuse, dropping down things in paper bags that was in his arms. "you're irene's children?" the old man asked. amélie looked at noah and vice versa, noah looked back at the old man. "who are you to our mum sir?" noah asked, tried to be rational as he never seen this man with his mum before.
"i'm her dad."
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"wow top 10, congrates!" y/n wished carlos as he came into her view. carlos smiled brightly and hugged y/n in a way. "thank you." carlos thanked. y/n turned around and saw charles coming into her view. her eyes brighten up. same goes to her smile. y/n waved at charles' way. charles who was stunned, walking his way to y/n and carlos. "hey!" y/n greeted charles as he arrived to both y/n and carlos. charles patted carlos' back and as if it was a signal, carlos left both y/n and charles, while the two of them just watching carlos leaving with his engineer walking side by side.
charles cleared his throat to catch y/n's attention, and as y/n looked at charles, smiling, charles could feel his cheeks starting to heat up. "you want to uh, hang out? if that is what people usually say, yes?" charles asked as if it felt like he was blabbering, which making y/n giggled as she nodded her head yes.
"sure, i would love to hang out."
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noah and amélie sat next to each other, side by side as the old man who claimed to their mum's dad, was sitting across of them at a local diner, in san francisco. "so you two are irene's children, which makes my grandchildren?" the man, joseph sterling, asked. noah and amélie looked at each other. "uh yea, my name's noah and she's amélie." noah introduced as amélie nodded her head yes. "we have a sister, y/n." amélie said as she looked at noah, he nodded his head. "and she's my twin sister." amélie added.
"twins? my, does your mum do have the twin genetics." joseph said as he chuckled. "your mum also has a twin." joseph informed and both noah and amélie nodded their head yes. "yea, our uncle isaac." noah told him. joseph nodded his head yes smiling at noah and amélie, and then turned his head down.
"i was wrong, for leaving my family behind and now regreting that my own grandchildren don't even know as much as i don't know about them." joseph told them. "where were you all this time long?" amélie asked and joseph looked at her. joseph sighed. "i got remarried and immediate moved to canada right after the ceremony." joseph sighed once again and looked out of the window. "when i learned that irene got married and moved to nice and isaac went to england right after your grandmother died, i knew that i was too late to fix things up." joseph added. "i lost contact of both my children, my ex wife died and my wife, flew away with the money i had in my hands. my life couldn't get anymore worst when i learned that irene died 12 years later and i heard that isaac demanding to bring irene back here in san francisco."
amélie scoffed as she shooked her head no. "meaning you want to say that you regret that things went this way? then no need to bother to admit you're our grandfather when you don't even act like a father to your children." amélie said as she stood up from her seat and left the diner, followed by noah.
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sitting by a dock, y/n and charles enjoyed the dusk view as sun starting to set down, giving the sky looks orangey, purple-ish with clouds here and there. y/n swung her legs back and forth as she admired the view. charles, who was nervous with no reason, just side-eyed her. "charles," charles looked at her fully. same goes with y/n, smiling weakly. "the view is nice, thank you for taking me here." y/n said as charles chuckled. "i'm trying to impress you actually." this time y/n chuckled st charles' response. "consider i am." y/n replied and then both of them looked at the sky-ocean view once again.
"you know why my name is amélie?" y/n asked, charles looked back at her. "it was because, my mum had always love everything french." y/n replied as she sighed. "she would manisfesting that one day she would marry a man from france and lived there for the rest of her life." y/n smiled weakly as she tells the story. "her favourite song is the 'la vie en rose' like other typical american who wanting to be ala-french and she was the top student in her french class."
"but her family was so poor even for my mum and my uncle's schooltrips, which they had to not join with other children, where my grandmother worked two jobs for her two children right after her husband remarried and ran away." y/n sighed deeply as charles focused on listening. "they were so poor that made my mum wished she would marry a rich man so that they don't have to lived in such poorness in the future life." this time, y/n chuckled.
"one day, while my mum was working as a housekeeping at this prestige hotel, where she worked there right after she finished school, she bumped into my father and he, couldn't get her out of his mind until one day, he proposed to her. at first she rejected him because of the social class they were in but to my father's sturborness and madly in love to my mum, she eventually accepted the proposal. their marriage weren't blessed by both sides. my father's side think my mum only here for the money and my mum's side think that she should pick someone from their social class." once again, y/n sighed. "their marriage went well, even if my mum had to leave her family for nice, she was happy and blessed with me, my brother and my sister, where she named one of us with french name, 'amélie colette' meaning hard-working people of victory." y/n ended as she looked at charles, smiling.
"tadaa!" y/n added as charles chuckled at that. "my dad," charles started. "i had to lie to him, right before he died." sighed, charles looked down the dock to the ocean, watching their reflection on the surface of the water. "i told him i got into ferrari when i'm not but wanting him to go in peace, i just had to tell him that but now that i did get into ferrari, i don't have to live in a lie anymore." charles said as he looked back at y/n, who smiled weakly at him. "you're a great son charles, you've made your dad proud of you of where you are now." y/n told him, making charles smiled weakly. "i'm sure he's watching over you, seeing you race a across the world." y/n added as she reached for charles' hand to hold, charles looked down at their hands and immediately intertwined it.
y/n smiled shyly as she looked at their intertwined hands. "being here with you is magical charles, i am happy to be here." y/n said honestly, making charles smiled. "me too amélie." as soon as charles said that, her smile dropped. right, this is amélie and not y/n. y/n pulled away her hand and immediately stand up, making charles confused with sudden reaction. "amélie, what's wrong?" charles asked as he stands up as well and followed y/n to his car. "nothing, it's getting late now and i have a meeting tomorrow." y/n informed to him as she went to the passenger's door. charles unlocked the door and y/n entered the car. "meeting? then you won't be there for tomorrow's race?" charles asked, looking at y/n. "i had to raincheck it charles, i'm sorry." y/n said and without any sound, charles drove back to y/n's hotel.
"thank you." was all y/n said and left out the car, leaving charles speechless. didn't wait any longer charles drove away back to his apartment in confuse.
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ryanclutched · 1 month
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Tickle in your throat?
Noah Calhoun x Amab!Reader — Masterlist
a/n: I apologize for taking so much time to work on this, and i also apologize that i didn't really work on it. It's just that 24 has been a lil busy and i've been enthralled by other interactions in my life. Have a nice time reading. and please try to be in a relaxed state as you're looking into this cause i want you to ❤️
Also, this was originally an idea made by clam when i asked them what i should write. So, thank clam !
Word count: 2808
Tags: NSFW ‖ Overthinking ‖ Established relationship ‖ Deepthroating ‖ Alcohol abuse ‖ illogical logic (idunno 💀)
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Under the falling sun that’s hidden amongst the miles of clouds in the sky, you and Noah stand side by side, staring at the waves of the lake beneath the two of you. It’s chilly, and you’re both ensconced under the red, furry blanket that he carried for the occasion of surprising weather. Your hand is wrapped tightly around his flank, pulling him closer and leaning your head on his shoulder. Looking at the view; the sun is a beautiful hue of red and orange, coloring the horizon with the same vivid palette.
You look back at your man, who’s been watching closely, he knows this would be a sterling thing to do among other things he wishes to plan later in your lives. Life's been hectic before you came back to him, and doing so ensured peace and quite. The shadowy light doesn’t allow much to see the beautiful glow of his brown irises, but it highlights every corner of face beautifully, he looks so lovely like this; the scruffy unshaven hair still kept growing after a loving reunion. It signified that he'd still had buried feelings when he'd built your dream house. The cold breeze blowing through his dry hair definitely makes the strands that fall on his forehead beg for you to remove them with a soft brush of your fingers, just for the sake of revealing and showing affection. It's a dream.
He smiles, and you do the same before he casts a cue with his brows and speaks, “Let’s eat, I’ll make you dinner.”
Gosh, he’s so lovely; pulling his chin towards you and linking your lips doesn’t do much than release a bit of growing tension. He makes you want to do things that you’ve never done before, as such, you really want to get drunk with him, or just lay on the ground alongside him and count the stars of the night through the wooden floors of his—your terrace. You know he’ll set it up as soon as you ask.
As you carve a way through the high plants, back to your parked car in the dried soil, you rub little circles on his side. Since you’re just a few inches shorter, the circles drawn are not high enough beneath his shoulder to provoke a tickling contest that you’d usually practice.
The night is just about to start as you part ways to get to each of your seats, but then be connected once he latches his cold digits through yours, intertwining your hands for the rest of the ride. With another pec on the lips, you turned the keys and the engine hummed to life.
Noah noticeably tilts his head to the side, hawking at the road ahead and mindlessly massaging the aching muscles of your right hand latched on the gear shift. He’s unsure of what you’d want to do anymore. Granted, usually, he has many and lots of things to come, but there’s a wall or a fog in his brain that he can’t get out of. Tilting his head and laying it on his shoulder doesn’t help much. His thoughts are like multiple trains connected at the end of the rail, hustling to crash. He thinks he ran out of things to make you happy, simply mistaken. But he can't deny that fog anymore. It's there and he can't seem a way out of it. Maybe because you've already done everything you dreamed of doing in the last year with him. He remembers the time he'd come upstairs in the morning, spectating the view of you painting while being undressed, and even standing behind you and holding you close to his own skin. It was magical. He smiles, and it holds off his narration for a while.
Upon decelerating on the side of the grassy road, the lovely embrace of his hand right above yours is gone once again, and more of the earlier fog continues to eat at his brain. He believes that his sole pleasure in life is to spend the rest of it with you. But why does it feel different now that you’re both committed to each other? Why is he constantly running out of ideas but then clutching an idea at the last possible moment?
Although you’re disconnected again, the moment you step around the facade of your car to reunite, you see the shadowy energy being emitted from his anxious face. You walk closer, each two paces of yours reciprocated with one slow step of his. You’re met at the right side of the front of the car due to his crippling anxiety. Just what is wrong with him at this time of day? It’s a mystery to you.
You glide a hand through the dry hair, pulling the long strands away from his forehead as you reach his nape, tugging at it slightly, “You okay, hon?” You asked.
He looks up and slowly smiles, fighting the fog in his head to the death just for the sake of not concerning you. He blinks twice when you check him out, slapping himself internally just to wake up, for you. “I'm fine,” he grins, “you want steaks? What are you craving?” He asked.
There’s a gnawing, ugly feeling about letting go of whatever is going on with him, but his innocent smile just erases whatever’s on your mind and pulls him into another kiss, then another. “I love you so damn much, Noah.”
That really helped, the fog is clearing just a bit, and he focuses on the butterflies that form inside his stomach, breathing a little faster, a little shallower, and saying, “I love you too.”
Stepping on the woody porch, he puts out his hand for you to grab, and pulls you towards his chest playfully. Laying another kiss on his neck, you pull back and intertwine your hands again, he seems a bit cheery now. Maybe kissing him is the key to his problem.
Kissing him is more than enough to allay his brain fog, it’s just a bubble that’s there and it’s waiting to burst and let him be free. Noah inhales a long breath through his nose and exhales it out as suggested by the mental awareness part of the newspapers he grabs each morning. But it doesn’t help, it’s wack.
Maybe time will fix this. Maybe it will fix the feeling of something in his throat getting choked on itself. He really wants to straight up cut it open to relieve the tension. but. he doesn’t question himself much further. All he needs to do now is cook you dinner. Simple as that.
“I’ll get the stove running, I’ll call you when dinner is ready, ‘kay?” He says, the clumped-up blanket in his hands thrown at a nearby couch, still keeping the warmth of the two of you intact, and still waiting for the warmth to come back later on. Another chaste kiss on his cherry red lips, you answer, “You don’t have to cook, but thank you so much honey,” and lay another rather passionate kiss on his bottom lip. He seems out of breath directly after but smiles at the reverie of the moments that might come later tonight, or maybe not tonight. Fucking stop it, he thinks. He reverts to the positive side of his thoughts. Just like the last night, and the night before that, sex happens unceremoniously, and it’s more passionate every time, growing more intimate, and at times, newer.
Noah’s body seems to follow you involuntarily when you let go, and he feels that fog thickening inside his brain again. Looking at the kitchen, he inhales and exhales again, and strides inside, opening the white door of the fridge, and grabbing a glass bottle of beer. Taking a swag that emptily fills his throat, the alcohol burning a bit, but getting used to it.
As you walk up the stairs, slowly wandering around the rooms that are yet to be used as much as the bedroom, Noah cooks dinner and tries not to think too much about himself. The alcohol seems to be working, even if there’s a small flushed spot on his cheeks. Once done, he calls out your name throughout the house, sings it to be exact, with the dinner table decorated elegantly with plates, knives, and forks. Splayed out for nothing more than a romantic dinner with his partner.
He’s assured of your presence once he hears echoes sounding through the wood that he’d built, becoming stronger as you approach. The dinner table is lit by a passionate, faint light from above, designed solely to look at you as you share home-cooked food.
There’s a shocked, smiley look on your face. You’re met with him all wobbly and incoherent, “You okay? What did you do while I was gone for the last 20 minutes?” You mock, sarcastically. The man you’re walking towards smiles back then laughs a little too much a little too long. Noah’s not gone yet, but that’s the closest you could picture his mentality being. The primal creature that lives without his overthinking mind has taken over, he can’t properly think before he acts, yet he’s still well-behaved, and a little flushed.
Holding him closer, he leans his head in the crook of the back of your neck, his stance still allowing you to see dinner in front of you, but his sobbing is making you melt beneath him. There’s a little time spent before the man suddenly drops on his knees, leaving a loud thud on the floor, and looking up at you with teared-up eyes, his hands hung on your hips.
Now you’re concerned, he unknowingly drank up and is currently leaning and sobbing on your clothed crotch. The beautiful tears leave stains on your jeans. You swipe a reassuring hand on his hair, petting him like a good boy. He smiles weakly, and unceremoniously, he opens his mouth just for you to explore.
The strong scent of the steaks ahead of you is enticing, but the man, your man, beneath you, opening up for you, is way more than you could ever ask. He’s not so usually submissive like this, but he seems like he really is in need of anything you give. Hence the smile.
“Noah?” You ask, into the air.
He hums. All that he believes he is a pile of desperate to you, the moment his widened mouth cups the bulge apparent against his face, you let out a wrongly satisfied grunt. Gosh, he’s so gorgeous like this, and even more when he’s practically begging.
With another glance ahead of you, you notice the empty bottles lined up unsystematically on the countertop of the kitchen, one of them still a quarter away from its promised end, being wasted. You release a grunt again when the man beneath your stance cups below your cock, the stimulation so great and so compact and so warm beneath the covers it sends shivers up your spine.
He’s so out of character like this, but it’s doing something to you. Another one of the things he made you want to do just because it’s him.
“Fuckk,” you sighed out. Your breath is getting deeper and shallower as he moves his hand in coordination with his mouth. You want to moan, but you stifle it. With the simmering dinner waiting for none to be eaten, you collect yourself and tilt his head up with both of your hands.
He slowly lays a kiss on your palm as you look down at him. He’s so quiet. And as you brush your thumb over his lips, brush your fingers over his eyes, he opens his mouth widely and shuts his eyes. Waiting without needing patience, the kneeling man knows he’s about to get what he wants.
Noah feels one of your hands hurriedly peeling off of his face, and he hears desperate attempts of your zipper and button unfastening, all while being blinded by your gentle touch. The tips of his clad feet wiggle with anticipation, and parallel to that, the tip of your unclothed cock pulses out a stream of glowing precum. The unforeseen passion makes your hips jerk.
Noah is frustrated once you pull him away from you but is back on track when your tongue glides with his, tingling and twining with his ever so warmly, his breath catches and you taste the alcohol he’d been abusing. The butterflies flying across his body make him almost pass out from the affection. He’s like the dough you knead for a good loaf of bread, receiving every touch and returning it with even more passion. The man is panting.
Noah cries uncontrollably when you pull back again, that fog in his head taking over. Without your permission this time, and before you could notice it, your jeans were lowered just desperately enough to release your cock into his mouth. The stimulation warm and startling. While your dick continues leaking, the man beneath you does nothing to hold back, it feels like he’s taking charge while still being on his knees. He sends wave after wave of pleasure throughout your body as he accommodatingly tongued each mile of your cock’s skin.
You try to pull back but he just wraps his arms around your hips more tightly, bringing you back closer, and literally deeper, inside his mouth. The growing area of your dick reddens with more need, you’re so horny right now, and as always, it’s because of yet another surprise coming from Noah. Each part of your dick is cushioned with either a stroking hand or a sucking mouth. Even the back of your balls is being stimulated by him, cradled gently. It almost feels as if you’re fucking him but this is way better, it’s wetter, and it’s more slick with both of your juices combined.
Noah can taste the bitterness, yet knowledgeably, the sweetness of your precum filling his buds. It only makes him hollow his cheeks more, and brace himself. The man starts to move, in and out around your cock, sparing your thrusting. It feels like you’re being pulled pleasurably into more of his mouth. Some saliva starts drizzling from the sides of his mouth as he sucks warmly. You’re so enticed by him, granting him elicited moans and growls as he sucks on your dick like a good boy. You’re muttering ‘fuck’s and ‘you’re so good’s and it’s like music to his ears, spurring him further and making him plunge his throat around your cock.
Oh fuck. That’s all you think. The tight walls of his throat around the tip of your cock is nothing but sweet heaven waving. You’re about to cum so hard. So loudly. Bracing yourself, you latch your hand on his hair, balancing yourself and at the same time using his head to fuck yourself into him. The man moans, the waves of sound reverberating through your steamy cock all the way throughout your body, sending shock and shock and driving you off the edge.
“N-noah..!”
The orgasm you feel is new, it’s strong, almost as if it tears right through you, and Noah does nothing but help you through it; stroking and sucking fast then slow, hollowing his cheeks harshly then relaxing them. Here we go. As Noah likes, or what it appears he wanted from the beginning; you cumming inside his throat. The man sucking like a professionally made sex doll moans loudly, enough for nearby animals to hear, as a thick, viscous liquid runs down his esophagus. It’s hot, and it’s... filling.
The way you have your cock deep inside his throat is causing tears to cripple on his eyelids, the smooth areas of his face gently caressed by his companion, reddening with time as he’s continuously getting suffocated with your length. Fuck. You would never do this to him if it weren’t him begging. But now that it’s happened, It feels better than heavenly.
You pull back at the point when your balls feel empty and the edge of your cock gets overstimulated. Gosh, even pulling out feels good.
Noah feels like he’s about to vomit, more because of alcohol abuse. But as the saltness of your cum talks ahold of his belly, he begins to sober. Smiling lovingly, his pretty head right in the comfort of your palms. Moaning aside, he feels as if the fog in his brain cleared up; that look on your face is something he’d die for.
He thinks maybe he can do it more often. Or always.
Breathing heavily, above him, you look down at his innocence, not even strong enough to control your facial muscles. The first on your mind is you fucking him like this daily, but the whiff of steamy meat, directly after draining your balls like that, it’s a need. “Let’s eat.”
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miahasahardname · 3 months
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i’ve had this long list of td surname headcanons (and i guess some of them are nationality headcanons) for a while and haven’t done much about them, so…
here are each generation’s surnames! (except for rr since i’m not too confident about them)
gen 1:
harold norbert cheever doris mcgrady V
cody emmett jameson anderson
lindsay tyson
noah könig (german)
eva barta (czech)
izzy clark
owen fraser
trent evans-grant
gwen kennedy
heather ryeo
bridgette summers
leshawna simelane (south african iirc)
beth spring
devon ‘dj’ joseph
alejandro burromuerto (spanish)
sierra kauffman (german)
tyler wilson
ezekiel miller
courtney cortez (spanish, or from somewhere where they speak spanish primarily)
duncan butcher
katie wan (malaysian)
sadie peterson (originally was gonna give her a romanian surname but here is peterson)
justin kāne (hawaiian)
geoff jasper
gen 2:
josef ‘jo’ kaczmarek (Polish)
brick macarthur
anne-maria chahuán (chilean)
michele ‘mike’ russo
cameron corduroy wilkins
rudolph ‘lightning’ jackson
staci sterling
zoey gates
dawn oakwood
scott brackin (irish)
dakota milton
sam stevens
beverly ‘b’ jones
gen 3:
ella ito-courtemanche (japanese and french)
scarlett montgomery
max mayhem (yes. i’m actually giving him that as his surname. get sillyed)
jasmine reynolds
shawn tremblay
dave korrapati (indian, more commonly in telugu-speaking areas)
sky sanderson (i was a bit uhm. stuck with this one. i looked up ‘cree surnames’ but found only three. i went for this one but i’m still uncertain.)
amy martin
samantha ‘samey’ martin
topher mccann
rodney rogers
sugar silo
beardo mbomio (equatoguinean)
leonard howe
gen 4:
nichelle ladonna (italian)
bowie davis
emma fletcher
julia hartwell-hughes
priya khan (indian)
millie carter
chase boonmee (thai. it means ‘reliable, generous, loyal’. ironic)
raj ghosh (indian)
wayne watterson
mary-kate ‘mk’ yí (chinese. in honour of fai yí, my beloved)
damien reid
hezekias ‘zee’ guzman (argentinian (it means ‘good man’ which is what he is!!!))
rhinffrew ‘ripper’ bowen (welsh (WELSH RIPPER REAL))
caleb garcia (hispanic)
axel sanchez-guðmundsdóttir (hispanic(?) and icelandic. yes, apparently ‘axel’ is an icelandic name!)
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eludin-realm · 5 months
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Character Name Ideas (Male)
So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:
A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai
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the-art-block · 6 months
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Days 10 - 11 - 12 | It's Lonely At The Top - Cursed - Tension Between Us
Every happy family has its secrets.
--- Parents Sterling Bailey (top left) - @syntheticmortal
Daylily Bailey (center) Kids Noah "Bear" Bailey (top right)
Remedy "Remy" Bailey (center left)
Joseph "Boots" Bailey (center right)
Rider "Rye" Bailey (bottom left)
Sterling Bailey Jr. (bottom center)
Callalily "Cala" Bailey (bottom right)
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r0-boat · 1 year
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Next Oc fic Ideas?
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gllrimes · 7 months
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𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒐’𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈!
𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔:
I will be writing smut, fluff, comfort, and angst. I'm not experienced with writing as much as other writers are, so don't expect the best.
No sa or rape of any sort because we don't tolerate that.
No piss/shit/fart kinks ya dirty fucks.
No pedophilia. Age gaps only can consist of five years apart in my story's when 18+
No human servitude.
I write for any sexuality and any gender.
I do write drabbles and hcs.
I don't write agere/little space on this blog, I'll set up another blog for that!!
I don't care how old you are I can't stop you from reading my stuff 😕🙏🏻
Requests are open!!
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𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 & 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓
The Walking Dead:
Rick Grimes
Carl Grimes
Daryl Dixon
Negan Smith
Glenn Rhee
Ron Anderson
Enid Rhee
Maggie Rhee
Michonne Grimes
(Bonus: I might write for others too. Maybe Shane idk.)
The End Of The Fucking World:
Alyssa Foley
James (last name unknown)
Heartstopper:
Charlie Spring
Nick Nelson
Tao Xu
Elle Argent
Darcy Olsson
Tara Jones
Sahar Zahid
Issac Henderson
13 Reasons Why:
Clay Jenson
Hannah Baker
Justin Foley
Alex Standall
Jessica Davis
IT:
Bill Denbrough
Richie Tozier
Beverly Marsh
Stanley Uris
Mike Hanlon
Henry Bowers
Patrick Hockstetter
Victor Criss
Belch Huggins
The Flash (IMDb):
Berry Allen
Cisco Ramon
Caitlin Snow
Harry Potter:
Harry Potter
Hermione Granger
Ron Weasley
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Draco Malfoy
Tom Riddle
James Potter
Remus Lupin
Sirius Black
Mattheo Riddle
Theodore Nott
Regulas Black
Stranger Things:
Mike Wheeler
Will Byers
Jonathan Byers
Nancy Wheeler
Lucas Sinclair
Dustin Henderson
Steve Harrington
Henry Creel
Eleven
Eddie Munson
Criminal Minds:
Spencer Reid
Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
Penelope Garcia
Jennifer Jareau
Twilight:
Bella Swan
Edward Cullen
Jasper Hale
Alice Cullen
Rosalie Hale
Carlisle Cullen
Emmett Cullen
Jacob Black
Seth Clearwater
Esme Cullen
Thirteen:
Tracy Freeland
Evie Zamora
Mason Freeland
Melanie Freeland
Anne With An E:
Gilbert Blythe
Anne Shirley
Dianna Berry
Cole Mackenzie
Jerry Baynard
The Goldfinch:
Theodore Decker (older and younger)
Boris Pavlikovsky (older and younger)
The Turning:
Miles Fairchild
Kate Mandell
Flora Fairchild (NO SMUT)
When You Finish Saving The World:
Ziggy Katz
Lila
American Horror Story:
Tate Langdon
Violet Harmon
Kit Walker
Lana Winters
Zoe Benson
Kyle Spencer
Cordelia Goode
Fiona Goode
Jimmy Darling
James Patrick March
Elizabeth/The Countess
Kai Anderson
Winter Anderson
Ally Mayfair-Richards
Austin Sommers
Mr. Gallant
Edward Mott
Rory Monahan
Shameless:
Fiona Gallagher
Lip Gallagher
Ian Gallagher
Mickey Milkovich
Mandy Milkovich
Carl Gallagher
I Believe In Unicorns:
Davina
Sterling
Tokio Hotel:
Bill Kaulitz
Tom Kaulitz
Georg Listing
Gustav Schäfer
Slashers/Halloween movies characters:
Max Dennison
Billy Loomis
Stu Macher
Sydney Prescott
Bo Sinclair
Lester Sinclair
Vincent Sinclair
Jason Voorhees
Freddy Kruger
Michael Myers
Jason Dean
Patrick Bateman
Brahms Heelshire
BONUS singers/actors/youtubers:
Sam Golbach
Colby Brock
Jake Webber
Albert (flamingo)
The Sturniolo Triplets
Finn Wolfhard
Noah Schnapp
And finally... ALEX TURNER 😋😋 (he's so husband material)
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!!PLEASE USE THIS RESPECTFULLY AND WISELY!!
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