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thepastisalreadywritten · 5 days

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By Jane von Mehren

11 January 2023

The highly civilized Etruscans had a huge impact on the city’s eventual geography, architecture, government, trade, and agriculture.

They created excellent schools to which rich Romans sent their sons, much as they would later send them to Greek institutes.

By the sixth century B.C., some of Rome’s most famous institutions, from the Forum to the Senate, were in existence but even the most reputable historians — including Fabius, Livy, and Plutarch — started their accounts of the empire in legend.

Legendary beginnings

The story of Rome’s founding begins in Alba Longa, the first “city” of Latium, a region in central western Italy, occupied by Latins.

The area had been inhabited since the Bronze Age by farming communities and was known to the ancient Greeks, which is perhaps why Aeneas, a Trojan prince, is said to have established it around 1150 B.C.

According to legend, in Alba Longa, two of Aeneas’s descendants, the brothers Amulius and Numitor, fought over who would rule.

Amulius triumphed, killing Numitor’s sons and exiling his daughter, Rhea Silvia, to become a Vestal Virgin.

Through divine intervention, she gave birth to the twins Romulus and Remus.

Threatened by these potential claimants to his throne, Amulius beheaded Rhea Silvia and abandoned the babies in the river Tiber.

Miraculously, a she-wolf rescued and cared for the boys until a shepherd, Faustulus, adopted them, raising them on the Palatine Hill, located in modern-day Rome.

The legend goes on to say that the brothers established the city of Rome on the banks of the Tiber River, where it was narrow enough for crossing and the hills provided a good defensive position.

The land between the hills, however, was quite marshy and not all that fertile.

The twins soon quarreled about the city’s exact boundaries and Romulus killed Remus.

Romulus, along with the outlaws and criminals he recruited, invited neighboring tribe the Sabines, who had resisted intermarrying with the Romans, to a fête.

During the merriment, Romulus raised his cloak signaling his men to seize and abduct the young Sabine women.

As the origin story goes, being Roman wives suited the women and they stopped the Sabine men from battling the Romans when they came to recapture them.

In the end the Sabines remained in Rome as part of the new city.

Influences in the area

Archaeological evidence tells us that Rome’s actual origins were less dramatic.

The first Romans were Latin farmers and shepherds living in small village huts on the Esquiline and Palatine hills.

The Sabines, a tribe living to the north, divided soon after the city’s founding, and some of them came south and united with Rome’s people.

Rome remained relatively primitive until the 600s B.C., when the Etruscans, who controlled a series of city-states to the north, began taking control of the city.

Kingdom of Rome

While modern scholars discount some of the accounts of ancient Roman historians, they agree that during the first phase of its history — from approximately 753 to 509 B.C. — Rome was ruled by kings.

According to these writers, Romulus was the first, succeeded by Numa Pompilius, a Sabine, and in 616 B.C., by an Etruscan named L. Tarquinius Priscus.

Kings had almost absolute power, serving as administrative, judicial, military, and religious leaders. A senate acted as an advisory council.

The king chose its members, who became known as patricians, from the city’s leading families.

Unlike later monarchs, Roman kingship was not inherited.

After a king died, there was a period known as an interregnum, when the Senate chose a new ruler, who was then elected by the people of Rome.

The king-elect needed to obtain approval of the gods and the imperium, the power to command, before assuming his throne.

Etruscan influences

The Etruscans ruled a loose confederation of city- states that stretched from Bologna to the Bay of Naples.

It remains unclear where they originated, but they used a version of the Greek alphabet and some ancient sources describe them as coming from Asia Minor.

Around 650 B.C., they were already dominant in the region and took control of Rome, wanting its strategic position on the Tiber.

Under Etruscan kings, Rome grew from a series of villages into a proper city.

The Etruscans drained the marshes around the city, constructed underground sewers, laid out roads and bridges.

They established the cattle market, Forum Boarium, as well as Forum Romanum, the central market and meeting place that evolved into the heart of the empire.

Toward the end of this period of Etruscan influence, the first temple of Jupiter was built on the Capitoline Hill.

This temple, although rebuilt many times, became the symbol of Rome’s power.

Founding the Republic

The era of Roman kings ended in 509 B.C., when the Romans supposedly expelled the last Etruscan king, L. Tarquinius Superbus, in another mythicized event.

As recounted by historians, including Livy, the son of Tarquinius Superbus, Sextus, raped at knifepoint the noblewoman Lucretia, wife of the king’s great nephew.

Lucretia, feeling that her honor and virtue had been lost, committed suicide.

Her uncle Brutus swears to avenge her and commits to revolution and the expulsion of the monarchy.

To the Roman people, her story represents the tyrannical powers of the monarch on the state, and so the saga of Lucretia is cited as the event that spurred the Roman Republic into being.

In place of the monarchy, Romans established a republic, which lasted until 30 B.C.

Over the course of nearly five centuries, Rome became a dominant Western power, seizing territory throughout the Mediterranean, creating an enormous and efficient army, and learning how to administer its vast provinces.

NOTE:

The traditional date for the founding of Rome is 21 April 753 BC.

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autotrails · 1 year

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American Auto Trail-Road to Burr Ferry (Jasper to the Sabine River TX)

American Auto Trail-Road to Burr Ferry (Jasper to the Sabine River TX) https://youtu.be/vAv4zFmZlAw This American auto trail explores the route from Jasper to Burr’s Ferry at the Sabine River and the Texas-Louisiana state line.

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kazoosandfannypacks · 4 months

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"i knew you'd never agree, and we didn't have time..." "typical. always a plan, never a good one." PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS (2024) A GOD BUYS US CHEESEBURGERS AHSOKA (2023) FAR, FAR AWAY

do not repost my gifs. do not download my gifs to use for other edits. if you’d like to know how to add these gifs to a post without violating tumblr’s t.o.s., or want to know how to find the clips i made these from, just shoot me a dm or an ask. i’d love to share what i know!

image id and taglist under the cut.

a series of gifs, one column of them featuring the reunion hug from pjo and the olympians epsiode 5, the other showing the reunion hug from the ahsoka series episode 6.

the first two gifs are annabeth and sabine, respectively, both with awestruck smiles.

we then see a shot over annabeth's shoulder of percy, returned from the river, and a shot over sabine's shoulder of ezra leaning on the door of his space house.

there's a gif of percy waving and shrugging next to gif of ezra smiling and shrugging.

next we see annabeth walking towards percy, paired with sabine walking towards ezra.

we then see percy, guesturing with his hands as he makes an explanation, and ezra doing the same.

the next two gifs are annabeth hugging percy and sabine hugging ezra.

we then see close ups, in the first gif of percy's face, from confusion to a slight smile, and ezra, smiling very happily.

the last two gifs show annabeth, letting go, almost as if a little confused of what came over herself, and sabine letting go as well.

artist's notes: these edits were a nightmare to try and convert: tumblr said the clips were too small to covert to gifs, my video editor app won't let me loop gifs, and i ended up with several road bumps while using canva. eventually i got them working though!

sabezra taglist: @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @kanerallels @piraterefrigerator @jedi-nurse @dootchster @lucasbridger @redroverrider @light-umbra @commander-tech @jedimandalorian @notanodinarygirl {if you’d like to be added to or removed from my Sabezra taglist, let me know!}

percabeth taglist: { i do not currently have a percabeth taglist, but have a feeling that i may be making more percabeth gifsets/fanart/fics in the future. if you'd like to be tagged in these, let me know in the notes or tags of this post, or shoot me a dm or ask!}

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huramuna · 3 months

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beware the sapphire peak - chapter 1.

aemond targaryen x wife reader x alys rivers a period piece, set in 1902.

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you're a young, american lady who is an aspiring author. you are wooed by a mysterious and charming savant from england. swept off your feet, you're whisked away to his family's ancient estate, Dragonstone Hall. but with all stories, secrets are hiding around every corner, and your suitor is no different. a crimson peak inspired mini series. (this will likely be about 3 parts)

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content: smut, angst, gaslighting, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, alys in her girlboss gatekeep gaslight era, no use of y/n, afab reader, pre-established alysmond, this isn't going where you think it is (it might be), infidelity-ish, polyamory

to death we dance - salem's heir • the flower duet - sabine devieilhe & marianne crebassa

“You were nearly late, miss,” one of the butlers murmured in your ear. “The music’s just started.”

“There is a quote about being fashionably late, isn’t there?” you mused, taking his gloved hand as he helped you up the steps.

It was a banquet for your father’s business, a celebration of having struck gold (oil) and turning a huge profit. Or, in your words, an excuse for the high and mighty to get plastered and dance the night away. Your fist clenched upon the train of your dress– a lovely evening gown in eggshell white, with hand embroidered lilacs and lavender petals on it, spindling up your bodice like a trellis. Your usually somewhat unruly hair was tamed into a braided and pinned up-do, with an expensive broach poked into the bun of hair in the shape of a falling wisteria branch.

Your father was the first to greet you, peeling away from the gaggle of portly oil barons. He kissed your cheek. “You look lovely tonight, my dear. A vision in purple, I must say.”

You smiled back at him. “Yes, well, you all but wringed my arm to get me to attend– and you shall hold up your end of the bargain… right?” you hummed softly, batting your eyelashes.

He let out a small sigh, nodding. “I will send your manuscript to the publisher– the editor in chief is here tonight, if you’d care to mingle. Amongst… many other eligible bachelors, I might add.”

Your father had spent the better part of the last three years gently trying to pair you up with a suitor for marriage. He was a patient man, as he had droned on about so many times before, but his patience was waning. You were twenty-one years old, and apparently, that was a ghastly sight– to be twenty-one and unmarried with no promising prospects.

Of course, you couldn’t care less. You were more focused on finishing your manuscript in that time– you had a knack for writing and reveled in works of fiction that tended to lean to the darker sides of things. It had finally reached a point you were somewhat happy with, and had convinced your father to chat up his well connected colleagues so you may be able to send the first draft to a publisher.

The price for that, however, was to entertain suitors. At a gala. Dressed and primped like a Thanksgiving turkey. It was all so dreary to you– the ladies stared at you and whispered, citing you as the dreary one.

Breaking away from your father with a tiny smile, you began to mingle– as well as you could, anyhow. You were awkward and a bit sheltered and it showed. However, once you said who your father was, dollar signs would flash in the eyes of the men you were speaking with, and they would push forward in the conversation. You weren’t ugly by any means and could become a good wife to some young entrepreneur– but you didn’t want that.

You were about fed up with it all three hours later, your nails clinking against the glass of champagne you were nursing for the better part of thirty minutes. Your look of slight annoyance managed to stave off any other wanton suitors– until another man approached you. You had exchanged some glances with him during the night, but you didn’t recognize him. He was tall, exceedingly taller than any of the other men there. His blonde hair, so pale it was almost white in hue, was cinched at the nape of his neck in a clean ponytail, falling between his shoulder blades. He was in a custom-fitted three piece black and green suit– you could tell from how perfectly it was hugging him, in all the right places.

A familiar heat came to your cheeks as you watched him saunter over to you with an intent in his pale blue eyes– eye? One of them, you noted as he came closer, was slightly off-color from the other and moved a bit slower. Likely fake, you thought. The light casted over the planes of his face, chiseled as it was, illuminating the slightly raised, puckered skin near the fake eye in a distinctual scar. He looked just like the perfect inspiration for a protagonist in one of your novels– or mayhaps an antagonist. He seemed to skim the line between the two in appearance alone.

Curious.

“My lady,” he greeted as he finally broke the air of silence between you, his arms placed behind him in a very calculated manner. “Are you enjoying yourself this evening?” he asked then, a brow perked. His accent wasn’t American– that you knew for certain– likely something European.

“As much as I can, sir,” you responded coolly, despite being caught slightly off guard by his sudden and overwhelming presence– a dark cloud in a perfectly tailored suit. “I hope that the…” you cleared your throat, trying to sound a little more confident than you likely were. “The… event is to your liking.” you mustered a smile, diverting your gaze to your champagne, hoping there may be the secrets to being a good conversationalist somewhere within the bubbles.

He chuckled, the sound low and husky. It caused a shiver to go up your spine. “The event is well and fine, my lady. Are you… the proprietor of the gala tonight? I wouldn’t expect a beautiful thing such as yourself to plan something like this.”

You glanced up at him beneath fettered lashes. He was complimenting you and insulting the party at the same time. “No– I am not. I’d never choose such… dreary musicians for an event like this. They’re playing for a wake rather than a party– that would be my father’s doing.” you slipped it into the conversation, that this was your father’s party, trying to gauge if this handsome stranger was after what all of the others were.

Surprisingly, his expression, smooth and cool with the barest hint of a smile perking at his naturally upturned lips, didn’t change. “Dreary,” he repeated, “Melancholic, gloomy, monotonous, vapid– all good words to describe the state of affairs.”

“You have quite the expansive vocabulary, Mister…” your voice trailed off, an inadvertent way to ask for his name.

“Targaryen– Aemond Targaryen. And you?” he reached his hand out to shake yours – how incredibly formal– as you returned your own name with a wide-eyed stare.

“Targaryen. As in… the ancient bloodline? Descended from dragons, close to royalty, Dragonstone estate Targaryen?” you asked, mouth slightly agape. From what you knew of them, they were as close to the height of English royalty, real royalty, as there was in the current year, 1902. Their wealth alone, minus all of the titles, made your father’s look like a pissant trust fund.

“The very same. You’re familiar with my family?”

“Ehm– familiar, more so I’ve heard of you all. Your family’s name comes up quite often in my father’s social circles. And I am quite nosy.”

“And what do you think?”

“About… your family? Mr. Targaryen–”

“Call me Aemond.”

“Aemond– I don’t really know much besides the height of your prestige– and your family’s estate, Dragonstone. My father brought me back some photographs of it from his trips over the pond. It’s quite beautiful.”

“Your father brought you pictures of our home?”

“N-not just yours! I collect photographs of old estates, mostly ones from Europe. I like to use them for inspiration for my… stories. I’m a writer– a novice, mostly.”

“A writer? Have you published anything I might know?”

“Oh, God no–” you laughed, covering your face slightly with your hand. “I’ve not yet been published. I actually sent my manuscript to… or will be sending one to a publisher soon. Hopefully.”

“What do you like to write?” he asked then, leaning a bit closer to you as if he was actually enjoying conversing with you. “Romance? Children’s fables?” he teased softly, his one eye gleaming. He was quite handsome, you thought.

“I like horror– mysteries, gothic fiction. I’m quite enamored with the… macabre and weird,” you admit. “I hope that doesn’t frighten you.”

Aemond grinned, his teeth shining, canines pronounced against his thin lips. “Oh, yes, it does frighten me. But, all good horror stories should frighten their readers, yes? I expect you’re a fan of Vampyre? Perhaps Dracula?”

“Both are good. My favorite, however, is Frankenstein. Mary Shelley is a genius. The Castle of Otranto is also wonderful and the pioneer of the genre. I remember trying to read it when I was younger and being scared of the dark hallways at night. Later on in life, those dark hallways enthused me enough to write about them– hence my… fascination with old houses.”

“Old homes certainly do have their fair share of secrets, don’t they?” he paused, straightening his lapel slightly before leaning back in towards you. “And do you believe what they say? That Mary’s husband wrote it and published it under her name?”

Your brows knit together in slight irritation. “Of course not. Why would he need to do such a thing? I hope you don’t mind me saying, but men already have enough advantages as is– publishing under a woman’s name instead might be considered a disadvantage.”

“Will you be publishing under your own name?”

You blinked, taking a sip from your champagne. It was something you considered and went back and forth upon. “I haven’t decided. I have a pseudonym ready just in case.”

“Do tell– so I know what name to look for on the shelves within a year.”

God, was he ever charming– and without even trying, really. He was well-spoken with a voice that was soft and almost whispery. It made butterflies bubble in the pit of your stomach– now that was a feeling you weren’t familiar with. “Dorian Gray.”

“Cheeky woman.” he mused. “Fancy a dance, Miss Gray?”

“... I suppose I could be swayed.”

–

Your dance together, to say the least, was a success– it started month’s worth of courting after. Aemond took you on the most splendid nights out, wining and dining you like you were a gorgeous, interesting debutante. It was exhilarating to say the least and made you feel… truly wanted– especially since his family was exceedingly wealthy, your father’s wealth couldn’t have attracted him.

He took you to the theater, out to wondrous restaurants, and bought you various gifts like jewelry, writing supplies and outfits to wear when you went out.

It all felt very much like a dream to you– something beyond your usual, weary routine that had hardly ever changed since your mother died when you were eight years old. You’d recused into yourself then, the dark hallways that scared you so fiercely just before her death now seemed welcoming. You thrived in the dark, like a moth.

But now, you felt something more akin to a butterfly, bathing in the sun’s light.

It wasn’t a great surprise when Aemond asked your father for his blessing to marry you. Your father, who had harped you for years to get married, was suddenly apprehensive.

He pulled you aside, arm around you. “Do you like this boy, dear?”

“Y-yes, father– very much so.”

“I’ll be honest, sweetheart. I’m not exactly keen on letting my only daughter go off with… some man–”

“He isn’t just some man, father! He’s a Targ–”

“Don’t interrupt,” he chastised firmly. “I’ve had my people look into his family further– it’s a whole mess, issues with succession, backstabbing, incest, the whole nine yards,” he took a measured breath. “But I’ve heard nothing but good things about… Aemond. But… you’d be so far away. You’d be off living in the annals of England, a whole boat’s ride away.”

“This is what you wanted, father! For me to marry, for me to be happy! This is the happiest I’ve been in… so long. You must see that?”

The creases in your father’s forehead relaxed as he regarded you for a long moment, before turning to Aemond, who was waiting patiently off to the side. He let go of your shoulder and walked to your beau, staring at him sternly. “Will you treat her right? Give her everything she deserves and more?”

Aemond perked up slightly, rubbing the side of his forefinger with his thumb in a seemingly nervous gesture. “Of course, sir. I’ll give her everything I have and more. She will be regarded as a Lady– the Lady Targaryen of Dragonstone Hall, and she wouldn’t be treated with any less respect than a Lady deserves.”

Your father’s gaze narrowed, taking it all into careful thought. “... very well. You have my blessing, son. But, one whiff of even a tear from her eye on your account, and your nads are forfeit. I may not be as well-off as your family, but I’ve got a lot of friends in a lot of places.”

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The marriage was a quick affair, as your father, and now Aemond, knew you had no patience for pomp and frills. Aemond gave you a beautiful ring with an absolutely gigantic sapphire inlaid in the center, citing it as a family heirloom from centuries past. Your father saw you off onto the boat, bawling his eyes out. You’d never seen your father cry– not once.

As husband and wife, you both agreed to wait to celebrate your wedding night until you arrived in England at his family’s estate to your marital bed.

The trip overall was a little under a week’s time upon a luxurious liner, where you both enjoyed champagne and each other’s company. You craved your husband, and he craved you in the same, but you each wished to keep your agreement intact. But it was increasingly hard, as you held one another close each night and his need for you was clearly pressed to your lower back.

Dragonstone Hall was a few hours' carriage ride north of the port and was nestled upon a high-ridged cliff. It was as gorgeous as the pictures had depicted, even moreso. It was ancient, imposing against the skyline and mingling to the clouds, where sea birds and ravens alike swirled above the towering watch towers that were supported by stone walls with vines grasping to them like lifelines.

It was gorgeous, gothic and most definitely haunted– a perfect place for a woman of horror such as yourself.

Aemond helped you out of the carriage, a hand placed upon your waist as he guided you beyond the gates. Your eyes were wide with wonder, taking in the scenery like a breath of fresh air. Tears threatened to spill over suddenly, as you were just overwhelmed with everything going on. You were married to someone you loved, who loved you– and were the Lady Targaryen of Dragonstone Hall.

“Something wrong, my love?” Aemond whispered into your ear, his lips tickling your lobe.

“N-no– I’m just… very happy.”

He wiped the tears away with the pad of his thumb, clearing your vision. You glanced up at one of the windows on the third story of the castle. Someone was staring back at you.

A lady. Her hair was red, her skin almost translucent.

You must’ve been imagining it, surely. Looking to another window, another visage appeared.

Another– this time with dirty blonde hair, her blue eyes ghastly and bloodshot. She was practically see through.

You pressed closer to Aemond, blinking profusely– it must’ve been the exhaustion from the nights on the boat catching up to you. Once you rubbed your eyes, you looked back; the figures were gone.

As you approached the main door of the estate, another face caught your eye.

Another woman– with dark hair and sullen, emerald eyes. They pierced through you like two heavy jewels, making goosebumps prickle atop your arms. She wasn’t ghastly or undeathly like the other two, and when you rubbed your eyes, she was still there.

She was still there, very much a living person in the flesh, with flowing blood and a beating heart. And she was beautiful.

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forafricans · 8 months

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Rest — a compilation seen in:

1-2. Lomé, Togo by Sabine Djok

3. Dakar, Senegal by @justbrad

4. Guinea, 1960 by Marc Riboud

5. Karima, Sudan by @neehallee on IG

6. Dakar, Senegal by Aicha Fall

7. Oogue River, Gabon 1984 by Bruno Barbey

8. Kilifi, Kenya by Tommie Ominde

9. Monrovia, Liberia by Yagazie Emezi

#forafricans #africa

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divinefem · 2 years

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a list of feminine names i’ve adored and complied over years . please note the names are from a variety of origins and it’s best to research , in accordance to naming your character appropriately .

A ⸻ alaia . aliya . adèle . adella . adely . adira . aellai . aera . aimée . alessia . alice . alisha . amal . amara . amina . amor . anais . angelique/angie . anita . antonia . anya . arden . arnela . arya . asia . aspen . audrey . aurelia . aurora . avery .

B ⸻ bella . bianca . blair . blanca . briar . brielle . brigitte . bristol . bruna .

C ⸻ calliope . calista . camille . carina . carmel . carmen . carmine . cassia . cataline . chantal . charlène . chelsea . cher . chérie . cheryl . cheyenne . chiara . chiasa . cindy . cecelia/celia . celina . céline . cipriana . clara . clare . claudia . cleo . clover . colette . cordelia . cornelia .

D ⸻ dahlia . daisy . danika . davina . delaney . denise . devon . diana . diane . dione . dominica . donata . donatella/donna . dulce .

E ⸻ eden . elara . eleonora . elle . elliana . éloise . emory . erica . esha . esmé . estela . ester . eve . evangeline .

F ⸻ faith . faiza . fallon . farrah . faye . fenna . florentina . francesca . francia .

G ⸻ gabriela . genevieve . giada/gia . giovanna . giselle . giulia . garcelle . grace . graziella . gwen .

H ⸻ hadiya . hafsa . halle . halima . harley . hazel . helen . hélène . hermosa . honey . hiba . hina .

I ⸻ iffat . iman . imani . imogen . inara . inaya . indiana/india . ines . irina . iris . isadora . isabel . isla . isra . italia . italina . ivory . ivonne . ivy .

J ⸻ jade . jamila . jasmine . joanna . jocelyn . joelle . jolie . jordana . jordan . josephine . jovi . juliet .

K ⸻ kajal . kalila . karina . katia . kennedy . kenya . kimberly .

L ⸻ labani . lacey . lavender . lavinia . leona . liberty . lisette . livia . london . lourdes . lilliana . lucia/luciana . luna . lydia .

M ⸻ mabel . madelaine . madeline . madina . maeve . mahima . malia . maisha . maiya . mariana . marisa . marisol . meghana/megan . melina . mercy . mia . milan . minka . monica . monique . montana . marjorie . michelle .

N ⸻ nadia . nadine . naisha . nannette . naomi . nara . naressa . natalya . natascha . naya . neelam . nisa . nikita . noelle . noemi . nyla . nicolette .

O ⸻ odette . onima . oparna . orion . olivia . olympia . ophelia . opal .

P ⸻ paloma . pandora . paola . pari . peony . pareesa . paris . paula . paulina . pearl/pearla . petra . peyton . piera . poppy . prairie . priscilla . priya/priyanka .

R ⸻ raquel . ravenna . rayne . regina . renata . renee . rhea . rima . rita . rochelle . romana . romina . romy . rosa/rosalia . rosella . rosie . rowan . ruby . river .

S ⸻ sabelia . sabine . safiya . sahar . santana . saorise . sasha . saskia . savia . saya . sayena . scarlet . selene . serena . serenity . shelby . sheridan . shannon . sienna . sita . sloane . sofia . soléa . soleil . sonia . soraya . sorcha . surina . sutton . svea . sylvia . summer . suzanne .

T ⸻ tahira . tamara/tamar . taryn . telese . trishna . thalia . thea .

V ⸻ valentina . valencia . vanessa . venice . venus . vera . verona . veronica . vienna . violet . vitöria . vivian/vivienne .

W ⸻ wahida . winona . whitney . wren .

Y ⸻ yadira . yael . yalina . yara . yasmina . yesenia . yuliana . yuri . yvette . yvonne .

Z ⸻ zahra . zaria . zhenya . zoya .

#*#* ── 🐝 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 . ⁞ writing.#writing help #name help #female name masterlist #name masterlist #rph #rpt #resources

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centeris2 · 3 months

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You know, I feel really bad for the SSO writers

Not even from a "constantly changing lore, unfinished story threads, and so many NPCs good luck remembering characterization" sort of way. I mean in a meta and game writing way.

I look at the events and wince because oof, these are tough decisions. I play through the latest story quests and think about how hard that job is.

Unless there has been a staff change since I did contract work (and given it's been a while now, that is possible), it's mostly two ladies trying to wrestle with a difficult challenge:

How do you create the illusion of choice and feel of an RPG when writing a linear story with no possible deviations?

A player gets dialogue options, they are given a choice! The choice they pick doesn't matter, it doesn't change the outcome of the quest because it can't change. The story is linear. The characters ask the player for ideas, but either have to shoot them all down or the player can actually only suggest one idea.

There is also the issues of the world of Jorvik changing and not matching what the text says. The dialogue says to hide in bushes to stay hidden, but no bushes are around where the characters have been positioned. Katja and Jessica ride off on ice made by Katja, but the quests are released during winter, so the ice effect isn't visible at all under the snow textures and the dialogue about not being able to follow across a river now look very silly. A character mentions Moorland Stables getting renovated, which doesn't make sense years after Moorland's update. And so on.

And then there are events! SSO comes out with these brand new shiny models: the Dark Riders! So obviously they want to use their newest and best looking characters in events to show them off to all players as soon as possible. This makes things no longer make sense. How does Sabine know a brand new player? Why would a player recognize Katja or Sabine, who they have never met in game? There is the tug of war between "this doesn't make sense to have these characters at these events" and "these are the best looking models in the game and therefore we want to show them off", so the writers have to find a way to write these characters in and just sorta accept that the events are non canonical for most (all) players. How else would all the soul riders the brand new player hasn't saved yet be there standing around?

It's tough, it's a tangled mess, it's a balancing act with lots of other departments and needs pushing on the scales. I don't envy them and I don't know a good solution. (Short of like, releasing a single player story game for the story quests. IDK about the events, have event-only npcs? having every event have an ongoing updating story every year means a lot of time and resources is going toward just events, I can see why they would want to stop that, especially with 4 major events a year.)

Don't get me wrong, if I had a chance to do another writing or proofreading contract for them I'd do it in a heartbeat. But my god, tough job.

#sso #ssoblr #don't mind me I'm talking

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adventureswithteddy · 11 months

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Despite the calm look of this peaceful day Teddy was in shock and awe while traveling up the Sabine in Nelson Lakes National Park. The rain was unrelenting for several days leading up to this beautiful blue sky day. The force of the water, in the quantities that arrived to the area, ripped trees from the earth, shredding them as they were forced down the torrent of a river. As the waters receded, some of the trees were left on the banks of the now much lower river. Teddy came out from beneath the standing trees for a moment to see this particular grouping of now freshly debarked trees lying in their new resting spot, until the next torrential rainfall of course. He kept thinking to himself just how happy he was to have been safe (and mostly dry) on higher ground when the rains came.

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poetprolific · 3 months

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PRAISE FOR CHALLENGES

Y'know what has been helping my brainrot? Ao3. You know what's been helping my brainrot even more? Good plot, good writing, and a good understanding of characters in a fanfic on Ao3. There is only a good handful of fanfics that have a grasp of not only Sabine and Shin, but of Ahsoka and the others as well. Lesser still with original characters you can't help but root for.

Enter @veditas and their fanfic, Challenges, on Ao3. Lemme paint you all a picture with words as well as they can. Their understanding of Sabine and Shin as characters — along with Ahsoka and Huyang — is so refreshing and feels genuine. Feels real. How Veditas writes a sapphic relationship is like watching the sun rise. It doesn't feel forced.

But if you're like me, you're here for the writing. Don't worry, Veditas delivers and goes above and beyond with their writing. The number of times I had to put down my phone to imagine the setting that they paint is too high to count. Veditas isn't just writing a ship... they're writing a story.

Oh, and their original characters? Immaculate work. The fight scenes? Beautiful. The dialogue? As fluid as a river.

So, if you're looking for a story to pass the time, check out this one. And oh, look at that! They released the 25th chapter yesterday! Don't you adore a writer who's consistent?

#wolfwren #ahsoka #shin x sabine #sabine wren #shin hati

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x-0ophelia0-x · 7 months

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two separated souls, reunited.

Pairings: Ezra Bridger x F!Reader Warnings: Ahsoka S1 Spoiler!, it’s my first fic too, please have mercy, it’s also not proof read, supposed to wake up for school in 4h :D

word count: 1,4k

summary: you and Ezra were in a relationship. After his disappearance back in Lothals big fight, you promise to yourself to find him, no matter the cost.

authors note: as I mentioned before this is my first story, well in english at least. I’ll correct the mistakes tomorrow, just wanted to post this already due of the lack of Ezra content here :´D

I hope you like it! <3

„I couldn’t have wished for a better family…can’t wait to come home“

Those lines were stuck in her head.

10 years had already passed since that eventful day.

10 long years of not knowing what to do.

Her nightmares where plagued by her memories.

The horrific sight of Thrawns flagship being held by purrgils, ready to jump into hyperspace. Knowing that he was still in there.

Not being able to see him one last time before their ways parted for who knows how long.

Only hearing his voice through her comm link.

And just like that he was gone.

Gone somewhere far away from them.

y/n didn’t want to give up.

Ezra meant the world to her and that day just broke her.

And as the years passed by she started to lose hope.

What if he didn’t survive the hyperjump? What if he lost his memories?

What if-

What if he died?

She didn’t want to think about that, she’d feel it if something would’ve happened to him, right? Their bond was strong, there’d be some sign trough the force if he really was dead.

But just as she started to accept the fact that finding him would be impossible, Ahsoka had found a map that may have Ezra’s location on it. And with Ezra’s of corse Thrawn‘s too. Her discovery didn’t go unnoticed though.

Morgan Elsbeth who was currently working on to get Thrawn back found out about Ahsoka finding the map, sending the ex Jedi Baylan Skoll and his apprentice Shin Hati after her.

That was kind of the start of how everything started to go downhill after that.

Sabine managed to unlock the map but the joy didn’t last long.

Droids attacked her, followed by Shin. They managed to steal the map, leaving Sabine wounded.

Those days where filled with quite the action, leading them to this point.

Ahsoka, Sabine and y/n tracked the hyperspace ring.

They then hid themselves somewhere on that planet.

Shin and the Inquisitor Marrok found them, attacking them to eliminate the threads to Thrawns return.

A lot happened, leading to the situation of Ahsoka being thrown off a cliff, Sabine lying knocked out on the cold unforgiving ground and y/n having to make an decision.

Whether to give them the map and follow them as their prisoner, having the chance to finally find Ezra. Or destroy the map and with that the last chance to find her lover.

It was a tough decision but deep down she knew what she had to do.

If there was a chance that Ezra was still alive, she’d have to try her best to find him, to bring him home.

And just like that she handed the map over to Baylan.

And her journey began.

She was now riding on a howler, recalling everything that had happened.

Thrawn was alive. And he had an army.

There were more Nightsisters, helping Thrawn.

But the strangest thing?

They just let her go, even gave her some Proviant and a Howler.

y/n already got attacked by some smugglers or hunters…

honestly, whatever they where, they wouldn’t stop her from finding him.

Not when she was so close.

The attack destroyed some kind of device though, showing her Ezra’s last known location. y/n Just hoped to find him by some miracle.

At some point the howler seemed to have found something.

It went to a dried out river she assumed, sniffling on some rocks.

„damn.. I think you’ve lost it.. those are just rocks“

She chuckled, stroking the howlers back.

But it didn’t stop and just when it’s sniffling intensified, the rock moved.

„karabast..“

She whispered.

That rock just moved.

The howler ran closer to that.. thing?

„Hey.. we’re not going to harm you.. and you don’t have to hide anymore

since we kind of already know about your camouflage“

It took some seconds but the creature in front of them revealed itself.

It was some kind of an walking crab thing, looking innocent.

„There you go.. so…“

y/n was at a loss of words. She didn’t even knew if that creature understood her, well most likely not considering that she was from another Galaxy.

But then something caught her attention.

That crab creature wore some kind of necklace, with a sign on it.

It was Sabines firebird.

Her eyes widened at the realization.

„E-Ezra Bridger..“

She looked deep into it’s eyes, hoping that it’d understand her.

„Do you know Ezra Bridger?“

It seemed to be confused at first, but it also seemed to recognize the name.

„Ezra Bridger?“

It asked with a high voice.

y/n nodded.

„Yes.. I’m his friend! Do you know where he is now?“

The creature seemed to think about something, it then called

for his friends, leading to some ‚rocks’ start to move and reveal themselves as crab creatures.

They then gestured her to follow them, leading her to a small village.

Their houses were small, looking like they would only be temporary there.

Crab people where walking around, doing their daily chores or just relax, sitting, sleeping or playing while the others looked at their new guest.

They then stopped, leaving her alone.

She looked around, capturing the sight in front of her.

Never in her life would’ve she expected herself to be standing in the middle of a village, somewhere in another Galaxy on a planet called Perridea.

Just as she was looking at some things of the village, she heard a voice.

„I knew I could count on you… y/n“

She felt like as if her heart skipped a beat.

She’d recognize his voice everywhere.

The voice of the one person whose made the ultimate sacrifice to keep his new family, his planet and his Galaxy safe from Thrawns games.

Ezras voice

She slowly turned around, her eyes fixating on the man in front of her.

He was leaning against the wall of one of those houses, his arms crossed. A smile, so warm, kind and loving placed on his face.

He had grown, which was to be expected after 10 years of corse.

His hair had grown longer, his curly waves being a stark contrast to the buzz cut he had when she last saw him.

He even had a beard now.

Her eyes then shifted to his, locking gazes with him.

They were still the same vibrant blue as the day she lost him.

Still so beautiful that she got lost in them for some seconds.

„Ezra..?“

She then asked, giving her everything to hold back tears.

„It sure took you long enough to find me..“

He chuckled, but his voice gave away that he also was holding his tears back.

Her legs then started to move on their own, running to him, not wanting to waste any more second.

Ezra still stood there, opening his arms to catch her, to pull her into a tight embrace. And so he did.

She clung to him as if he was her lifeline, not daring to let go, scared that he’d disappear again if she’d loosened her grip on him.

„I missed you.. so much..!“

She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.

They now streamed freely down her face.

„I missed you too..“

He said, holding her as close as he could.

Both of them had so many questions that didn’t seem to matter right now.

Everything they needed was this one embrace, ensuring them that they found each other again.

When they pulled apart, they were again looking into each others eyes.

Ezra then wiped away y/s‘s tears, placing his hand on her left cheek while trying to find the right words.

„Thank you… thank you for finding me“

She then placed her hand over his hand, holding it gently.

„Don’t thank me for that… I love you, I’d do anything for you, even if it means to fly into another Galaxy to find you“

She said, laughing at the last part. And he too chuckled while hearing it.

„I love you too.. and I can’t wait to come home“

#ezra bridger x reader #ezra bridger x y/n #ezra bridger #Star Wars rebels

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jessicas-pi · 9 months

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MANDALORIANAKIN AU INCORRECT QUOTES

Anakin: You have your weirdly sincere humility. Bo-Katan: I prefer the term "self-loathing", actually.

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Korkie: I’m not being weird. Am I being weird? Anakin: Yes, and that’s coming from me.

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Anakin: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity? Bo-Katan, turning to Fenn: How tall are you?

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Anakin: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL- Satine: CAN'T WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE?!

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Satine: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night. Anakin: All I drank was Space Redbull! Satine: How many? Anakin: Eighteen.

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Anakin: Never gonna make you cry! Korkie: Never gonna say goodbye! Anakin: Never gonna tell a lie— Bo-Katan: I will hurt you.

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Korkie: Hey, Auntie Bo? I need advice. Bo-Katan: I’m pretty useless at giving advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment instead?

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*Satine brings Anakin to the Jedi Temple for a visit while she's on Coruscant* Obi-Wan: Would you like to stay for dinner? Qui-Gon, fron the kitchen: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

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Fenn: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river. Bo-Katan: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

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Fenn: Why are you on fire? Anakin: This is just how my day is going.

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Anakin (age 9): Miss Satine, I want a bedtime story! Satine: I’ve got a speech to write for a meeting in the morning. I’ll tell you one tomorrow, okay? Anakin: If you don’t tell me a story, I won’t go to bed! Satine: Satine: Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Anakin, who always wanted things his way. One day, his friends got sick of it and locked him in the basement for the rest of their life. Everyone else lived happily ever after. The end. Anakin: I don’t like these stories with morals.

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Satine: Fenn, gather the others. We need to have another Anakin-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-him-before-he-hurts-someone convention.

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Korkie and Anakin (when they're kids): Can we go out to get ice cream? Bo-Katan: Did you ask Satine? Korkie: She said no. Bo-Katan: Then why did you ask me? Anakin: She's not the boss of you! Bo-Katan, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

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Fenn: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Bo-Katan: It was autocorrect. Fenn: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."? Bo-Katan: Yes.

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Anakin: Padme and I are having another child! Sabine Wren: Aww, congrats! I bet Leia and Luke are so exci— Anakin: *slams down adoption papers* it's you, sign here

#mando anakin au #mandalorianakin au #SEE I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN THIS AU AFTER ALL #star wars #incorrect quotes #anakin skywalker #bo katan kryze #korkie kryze #fenn rau #satine kryze #obi wan kenobi #obitine #qui gon jinn #sabine wren

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American Auto Trail-Shreveport Road (Carthage TX to Greenwood LA)

American Auto Trail-Shreveport Road (Carthage TX to Greenwood LA) https://youtu.be/1U45v0lOb0M This American auto trail explores the timbered region of east Texas, traveling along U.S. Highway 79 from Carthage to the Louisiana state line at Greenwood.

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zoeykallus · 8 months

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can i request an ahsoka x f reader that takes place during sw rebels and whenever ahsoka isn’t on a mission or not with ezra and kanan she’s at home w her gf/wife y/n?? just some cute fluff <3 tysm!

Aloha!😊

Sorry you had to wait so long for this!

Ahsoka x Fem!Reader One-Shot - The Things We Fight For

Mostly Fluff/Slightly Angsty

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

"And he really didn't notice?" you ask, laughing. Ahsoka has told you some anecdotes from their missions, the little faux pas and mishaps that happen every now and then when she's on the road with chaotic people like Ezra and Sabine. By now, your stomach hurts from laughing. Ahsoka grins at you, her eyes shining with amusement. "No, Ezra's been running around with it most of the day". You giggle and imagine Ezra walking around with a shirt Sabine gave him that says in mandoa, "I'm partly deaf, please yell at me". Ahsoka deftly tosses a berry into your mouth, which you chew with relish, tasting the sweet juice on your tongue. You sit by the river near your quarters. The wind rustles gently and quietly through the canopy of leaves above your little picnic area. You don't have these moments too often, so relaxed and peaceful. Ahsoka is away a lot on important missions, so the more you enjoy these moments you have just for yourselves. Grinning, you ask, "How many people yelled at him?" Laughing softly, Ahsoka says, "More than I thought. I didn't expect so many people to be able to read and understand mandoa" "Ezra obviously can't," you say, amused. Ahsoka moves a little closer, rests her head in your lap, and lets you feed her berries. You've avoided the subject since she came back, but it's still burning on your tongue.

"When do you have to leave again?" you ask quietly, cautiously, as if one word too loud could tip the mood. Ahsoka sighs softly and says, "Tomorrow morning, sweetheart." Now you sigh as well, you didn't expect her to have to leave so soon. "Already?" "Yes unfortunately" For a while you are silent and only the ripple of the river and the soft rustle of the wind can be heard. Through the moving leaves above you, light and shadow dance on Ahsoka's pretty face as you look at her. She grabs your hand and gently squeezes your fingers with a smile. "Don't look at me so sadly. You know I always come back to you," she says, gently reprimanding you. You nod slowly. "I know. Still, the moments we're apart are never easy for me." Ahsoka admits," For me, neither." Her fingers play with yours, her fingertips gently dancing over your fingers, gliding over the back of your hand. Fascinated, you watch. She has such deft, elegant fingers. Those fingers don't look like a warrior's, and yet in a way she is. Absently, she looks towards the peaceful flowing river and says, "This moment is important."

You blink, feeling her mood change and wondering what she means. But you know Ahsoka, you know she wants to tell you more, and you remain expectantly silent. Her gaze moves back to your face as she continues, "The two of us together, those moments of peace and happiness that come between the two of us." A small smile appears on your lips. You cherish it too, but you sense there's more behind those words, and you're right. "Being here with you relaxes me, makes me happy, brings me out of the deepest recesses of my consciousness when I'm thinking dark thoughts. At the same time, it reminds me what I'm fighting for. For the freedom to enjoy these moments. For others to have this freedom too. You know I'm not leaving you here again and again just for adventure, right? I want you to know that you are important to me" You smile and say, "I know. It's just so hard for me to share you with this rebellion." Ahsoka brings your hand to her mouth and kisses it gently. "And yet you do it because you know it's right and important. You have a good heart, a strong heart." You roll your eyes playfully and say, "Now you're buttering me up." Ahsoka laughs softly, "You know I mean it, or I wouldn't be here. You are special"

You sigh softly and your fingertips of your free hand, gently glide over her forehead. "There's so much going on in that pretty head," you say softly, "And sometimes I can see in your eyes what burdens you carry around with you." "I guess that can't be avoided," Ahsoka says, kissing your hand again. It's a nice feeling, that tender gentleness. You wish you had much more time for these things. Maybe someday the moment will come and you can let go, retire here. But knowing Ahsoka, even after the Empire, she finds a task that demands her attention. You often worry about how much she's taking on, how much responsibility. "Probably," you agree quietly and say, "Just do me a favor, try not to go it all alone." Ahsoka smiles at you. "I'm never alone, even when I'm out there traveling alone" she says, placing a hand over her heart, "You're always here with me" You nod slowly, smiling, then pull the bowl of fruit closer and say, "Let's enjoy the hours we have now"

#star wars #ahsoka #rebels #ahsoka x reader #ahsoka x fem!reader #ahsoka fluff #star wars rebels #asks #requests #sfw

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best-character-named-x-poll · 3 months

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Best Character Named X Poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM BST everyday. Run by @femmehysteria

please send suggestions via ask so i can see them, replies get lost in the notes. I reply chronologically so very sorry if it takes a while for me to answer

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 170: Alex

Round 171: Sophie

Round 172: Jake

Round 173: Ellie

Round 174: Leo

Round 175: Annie

Round 176: Julian

Past Polls

Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Rebecca, Steve, Victoria, Katherine, Robin, Clark, Phoebe, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Erica, Theresa, George, Felix, Michael, Charlotte, Diana, Zoe, Connor, Daisy, Maya, Andy, Alma, Nora, Juno, Chris, Otto, Donald, Todd, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Diego, Miranda, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Kiera, Tam, Klaus, Luna, Laila, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Joy, Katya, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Boo, River, Corey, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Quentin, Marvin, Miriam, Roxy, Percy, Bianca, Shirley, Beatrice, Amara, Cleo, Cecil, Amaya, Ryan, Mabel, May, August, Leela, Manny, Francis, Matilda, Deborah, Josh, Jared, Sabrina, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Liesel, Zelda, Fitz, Aurora, Ramona, Misty, Talia, Orion, Roy, Kala, Madeline, Anastasia, Anna, Kit, Marian, Lena, Polly, Cora, Leah, Jules, Artemis, Irene, Margo, Laurie, Laurel, Hilda, Valentine, Reggie, Felicia, Joe, Monty, Quinn, Skye, Walter, Christine, Marissa, Edmund, Hope, Oberon, Lorna, Ace, Wally, Calvin, Alana, Jasper, Fergus, Bridget, Ulrich, Roger, Mason, Stella, Lenore, Wanda, Miguel, Winona, Hannibal, Newt, Aiden, Oscar, Tobias, Dorian, Dorothy, Una, Marnie, Mirabel, Wendel, Dora, Mort, Olympia, Toby, Chip, Harvey, Mara, Fearne, Axel, Gil, Bo, Remy, Rue, Leslie, Isabelle, Silas, Agnes, Luther, Sally, Delia, Zeke, Richter, Skylar, Scarlet, Bernard, Rusty, Ray, Nigel, Cosmo, Ruth, Selina, Harley, Blue, Cain, Warren, Missy, Perry, Paige, Duke, Tao, Gemma, Cornelius, Declan, Wendy, Apollo, Celeste, Clyde, Nicole, Summer, Hugh, Esther, Cole, Jean (french), Tatiana, Carl, Kieran, Melody, Adrian, Travis, Vivian, Haley, Elle, Prudence, Hans, Ralph, Azrael, Constance, Lauren, Molly, Agatha, Pauline, Athena, Darcy, Stan, Dana, Lee, Ford, Red, Stuart, Camille, Bruce

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Dylan, Chad, Moe, Dean, Guy, Yasmin, Woody, Alina, Freya, Adora, Piper, Gabriel, Owen, Noah, Taylor, Dawn, Ayesha, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Tanya, Cameron, Rudolf, Melvin, Melanie, Melissa, Melinda, Wolf, Orlando, Adele, Adeline, Jem, Dolores, Jude, Callie, Irma, Lara, Ginger, Terry, Bellamy, Jacob, Jackson, Reese, Nemo, Addison, Adelaide, Candy, Harriet, Abraham, Ragnar, Rupert, Ella, Destiny, Wendy, Bernard, Hero, Drew, Anita, Raphael, Wallace, Jean (feminine), Elena, Cheryl, Rita, Blair, Hugo, Ike, Gaius, Lance, Lois, Riley, Shane, Cliff, Rod, Tegan, Matthias, Liam, Jed, Caeser, Ellis, Dennis, Josie, Mick, Mike, Heather, Trixie, Amber, Bailey, Esme, Ada, Briar, Puck, Eden, Annette, Letitia, Giselle, Suki, Zain, Keith, Ron, Olaf, Wilfred, Blaine, Pam, Brianna, Clive, Sabine, Roman, Carina, Kalina, Mindy, Wade, Julia, Marlene, Lex, Edith, Monet, Marina, Zara, Tsukasa, Octavia, Marcus, Elias, Mira, Sasha, Glen, Yukari, Dinah

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

#best character named x #poll #poll game

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