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gottagobackintime · 10 months
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You want me to go full on crazy Tedependent theorist? Because I will, I will go full on crazy Tedependent theorist. What do I have to lose? (Except my dignity but that’s non-existent to begin with so 🤷)
Ted once said this: "I remember being a little kid, sitting in front of the television and watching Queen perform right over there during Live Aid."
He has a moustache that resembles Freddie Mercury’s. He’s even brought up the whole back story as to why he has it. (Also being told that he shouldn’t have a goatee right before he walks down the aisle and then he decided on this moustache and he never looked back…) in the same speech he says “Since I was a straight fella in Middle America working in sports.” Which leads me to episode 11.
In this episode they mention that Freddie Mercury owned Richmond briefly in 1980 and that he tried having “Fat Bottomed Girls” as the team’s song. And Rebecca tells Keeley and Higgins that her father went to art school with Freddie and that Freddie supposedly said that his greatest talent was “flipping straights”. So young Ted saw Queen perform at Live Aid and then when he was older he grew a moustache similar to Freddie Mercury’s? 🤔
Then we have the song in itself. You know who wrote “Fat Bottomed Girls”? Brian May. Who famously has fantastic, long hair.
Whose hair was brought up for the first time, explicitly, in the show this episode? Trent’s hair. And it was brought up by Ted’s mum. And Ted has previously commented on hair as something he seems to like. (He kind of alluded to Trent’s hair in the second episode of the third season but he never outright states that he likes it. And Trent asks Ted if he assumed that Trent could ride a bike because of his hair and the whole vibe). And I’ve talked about hair in THIS POST but the gist of it is that hair has been referenced before, in relation to romantic couples with Roy and Keeley, Higgins and his wife, Sam and Rebecca.
I can’t verify this quote because I don’t have the magazine. But I’m adding it here anyway:
May told Mojo magazine October 2008: "I wrote it with Fred in mind, as you do especially if you've got a great singer who likes fat bottomed girls… or boys."
“Fat Bottomed Girls” is also connected to the song “Bicycle Race”, written by Freddie Mercury, they were released as a single together. And they both reference each other. “Bicycle race” is sometimes viewed as a metaphor for being bi. (Sport as a metaphor, anyone?)
Who doesn’t know how to ride a bike? Trent. Who has a moustache similar to Freddie Mercury? Ted. Who might be bi? Ted.
Look, I told you it’s crazy but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve talked about Queen/Freddie Mercury in relation to Ted before. So I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.
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golden-girl-daisy · 10 months
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Here’s Dolly!
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leedoodlesstuff · 8 months
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Moral Orel Roommate Au new additions! Dottie and Florence! they are gal pals and still live together until Dottie gets married and moves in with her husband 🫶
Also it's my personal hc that Dottie and Dolly are sisters so that's why she's the other bridesmaid!
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gothabilly-kitty · 9 months
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Dress by Dolly and Dotty
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moralorelconfessions · 10 months
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Dottie and Dolly should kiss
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paper-starz · 8 months
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I'm sorry but if you were a song it would be that song put on your Sunday clothes.
I don't know why.
The fact that I played that song in my college theatre 😭
Hehehe! It’s a fun and happy tune tho!
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unlucky-souls · 3 months
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Hello Dotty! A ghost knight named Maggie wants to give you a present of a magic paint brush!
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sojutrait · 2 years
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she’s so real
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luveline · 8 months
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hey jade!! i love kisses before dinner and was wondering (if you like the idea) maybe you could write something about avery realising how scary giving birth can be and starts worry about it before the new baby arrives? <3<3<3
thank you for your request! kisses before dinner —mom!you and dad!steve comfort avery when she has concerns for your health. fem!reader, 3k
cw discussed maternal mortality and death
Steve Harrington looks out over the kitchen table that night with a great sense of success. You're sitting at the other end with Dove on your knee, feeding her bites of macaroni cheese between feigned spoonfuls given to her rainbow teddy bear. Bethie sits to his left eating without complaint (a victory considering her pickiness). Avery sits to his right, trying to pour her own glass from the juice jug. It's awesome. 
Steve quickly swallows the drink he'd been sipping on and offers to help her, hand extended, "Here. I got it."
"I can do it," Avery insists, her long arms shaking under the weight. 
He doesn't mind her being independent, nor her improving capabilities, but the last thing he wants to do tonight is clean up a huge juice spill. Steve takes the juice gently and refills her plastic cup. 
"Dad," she whines. 
"Avery," he whines back. 
She huffs and grabs her fork, ignoring her fresh cup of juice to shovel in bites of broccoli and macaroni instead. 
"I think I'm done," Bethie says. Steve must have jinxed it. 
He attempts to do the impossible —convince Bethie to finish dinner. He takes up station by the side of her chair, having tried everything now, and only this works. 
"Beth," he says, putting his hand behind her back, "Are you sure there's no room left? I don't want you to be hungry again before we go to bed 'cos you won't tell me, will you?" 
"I'm full," she insists, reaching for her drink bottle. 
"Is there something wrong with it?" he asks, rubbing up and down her back.
"No, daddy, it's nice," she says. She isn't quite convincing, but she tries. 
Steve looks at her. She looks like Steve sometimes, like neither of you other times, but mostly he looks at her and he sees you. Your smile, your frown, Bethie's tell is the same as yours when she lies. Steve can read you both like a book. 
"Is it cold?" he asks, sticking his pinky finger in the corner of her macaroni. "A little. If I heat it back up for you, would that make it better?" 
"No, please," she says. 
He sighs. "Make you something else? Sandwiches?" 
"I'm not hungry, daddy." 
Steve plasters a smile over his worries and kisses her cheek. "Okie smokie. Well done, honey, you ate lots and lots. Let's try even more for breakfast, yeah?" 
"Yes!" she agrees, sliding off of her chair.
"Where are you going?" he asks. 
"Need to pee!" she yells, running to the stairs. She opens the baby gate (which she’s known how to do for too many years, way before supposed to know how to —thanks so much, Avery) and Steve listens to her sprint up the stairs with a wince. 
"Call me if you need help!" he yells after her. 
"Okay!" 
"You think that's why she didn't want to eat?" you ask, wiping the corners of Dove's mouth with her bib. 
Steve stands up and stretches his arms behind his head. "I don't know," he says, rolling his neck around in a circle. 
"Is it gross if I eat her leftovers?" you ask. 
"I'll make you another pot, if you want it," Steve offers, arms dropping down to his side. He's been trying to get back into shape lately. It's not working out. "You having cravings?" 
"I'm just hungry all the time," you say, your voice melding into a sing song as you finish wiping Dove's face. "All done! Good girl, Dovey! You're my good girl." You plaster her forehead with a layer of kisses before putting her down on the floor. She wobbles, hands on your thighs. "Okay? You want another drink?"
"Dotty Dolly," she says, taking your hand. "Please. Please, Dolly."
"Yeah, my love. I'm coming." You groan as you stand up, not quite pregnant enough to worry about popping soon but more than enough to feel exhaustion to the marrow. 
"Just me and you then," Steve says to Avery, tucking in chairs and piling plates at the table. 
"Me and you, sir," she agrees in a funny voice. 
"Still mad at me?" 
She remembers to glare at him. "Yes!" She takes another bite of macaroni. "Okay, no." 
"If you're not gonna chew with your mouth closed, put your hand over your mouth. I don't wanna see your chewed up dinner." Avery pokes her tongue out, laughing when Steve says, "Ewww." 
He sets the leftovers aside for you rather than waste Bethie's largely untouched pasta in the trash, stacking the dishes in the sink and wetting a cloth to wipe down the table. He cleans around Avery, squeezing her neck, shoulders and arms to make her squirm as he goes.
"You want seconds?" he asks, returning to the sink. 
"I want dessert." 
"Good idea. You know Mom's so pregnant all she does lately is wake me up for ice cream."
"She wakes you up?" Avery asks. 
"By accident trying to put her socks on at the end of the bed. Baby's getting too big now, she can't see her toes." 
"It's a good thing she has you, dad."
"Yeah, but you'd help mommy, wouldn't you? Help her put her shoes on if she couldn't reach?" 
Avery hops off of her chair and passes him her plate, completely clean of food. She grows like a bamboo shoot and eats like a rabid dog. He loves it. She's evidence that he's a good cook. 
"Thank you. What did you want for dessert?" he asks. 
"I have something to ask you." 
"Oh." Steve hates the sound of that, theorising that she wants a new something or other he'll have to say no to. He grabs her by the waist, wet hands and all, hoisting her up onto the counter by the dish rack. He puts a rag in her hands. "You dry and I'll answer." 
"It's a weird question," Avery warns.   
"Avery, you wouldn't believe how weird some of the questions I've asked are. Don't worry about it." 
He scrunches dirty water out of the dish sponge and squirts soap onto a dirty plate. The hot water burns his fingertips. Avery dries a plastic plate diligently, her question coming out slow as running wax. 
"Mom's gonna be okay, right?" she asks quietly. 
Steve fights to keep his eyebrows down. They bob anyways. "Okay from what?" 
"When she has the baby. She's not going to get hurt?" 
"Well, having a baby really hurts. But there's medicine for her to take, and I'll be there to hold her hand." 
"No," Avery says, frowning, "that's not…" 
"Sorry, Ave. Ask me again, try a different word." 
She puts the dried plate down to her left and picks another to dry. "Will mom die?" 
"No," he says. Doesn't miss a beat, though his pulse capers. He knows that childbirth is hard, that lots of things can go wrong, but if he truly thought you might die he wouldn't have asked for another baby. And even if he did think it were going to happen, it's not a thought Avery needs to have. "She won't die, I promise you. Where'd you get that idea, honey?" 
"Jordan's mom died having a baby." 
Steve nods and tries to recalibrate the conversation. He knew of Jordan's mom passing away, he made a couple of trays of food for Jordan's dad and put money in the collection plate for her memorial, but he didn't know Avery knew precisely how it happened. 
"Right, she did," he says gently. "And that's scary, huh?" 
"Why can't it happen to mommy if it happened to her?" Avery asks. 
Steve shuts off the water. Hand still wet, he rubs his forehead roughly. "Can I have that?" he asks Avery, gesturing for the dish cloth. She gives it to him, putting down her last plate, and Steve wipes his fingers dry to pick her up without getting her wet a second time. 
"Let's have a talk," he says, tilting his head to the side. He sees his eyes looking back at him, smaller and softer, longer lashes but the same honeyed brown. "Me, you, and mommy. Okay?" 
"Dad," she says, startled. 
"It's okay, It'll be better if you talk to mom, too, because it's mom that's already had babies, not me. I think I know everything because my brain is so big and stuff, but I can't tell you what your mom is thinking." 
"I don't want mommy to get upset," she says. 
It's partially his fault for asking her to tell him if there's a problem rather than you a few weeks ago. He didn't want you walking up and down the stairs unnecessarily, and your blood pressure is something they've been keeping an eye on. He didn't mean for Avery to bottle things up. Every time Steve thinks he's doing something right it finds a way to bite him in the ass. 
"I meant if Bethie's turned the faucet on and flooded the bathroom, or if you want to change your bed or something, not that you can't ask her things that are worrying you," he says, readjusting her weight. Her knees dig into his sides as he carries her to the living room doorway from the kitchen. 
"Hey, mom?" he asks. 
Your head jumps up. You're sitting on the edge of the couch with Dove's face in your knee, a dribble patch dampening your pants. Bethie has her hand in yours sitting next to you. You're still in your work clothes, your bump straining against everything now, but yet to drop. He'll have to wash your pants tonight. 
"Hey?" you say, a guilty smile tugging up your pretty mouth. "I'm coming to do the dishes, I swear. My girls caught me in their net." 
"Can we talk to you? For a minute," Steve says. 
Your eyes widen. You stand up with a funny noise like someone's stepped on your toes, lifting Dove by the armpits to sit next to Bethie. You kiss the girls goodbye and they're too distracted by Dotty Dolly playing on the TV to mind. 
"What's wrong?" you ask, following Steve back into the kitchen. 
"Want me to explain?" Steve asks Avery. She nods. "Avery's a little worried about you." 
"About me?" You put your hands under your face and beam at her. "What's worrying you? I've never been better." 
"She's worried about when you have the baby." 
"'Cos of Jordan's mom," Avery whispers. 
You hear it despite her small voice, your smile sobering. "I see… I see. You know… you're a big girl, Avery. You're my big girl, and I wish I could keep you this young forever sometimes, but I know that you know that people don't get to stay with us forever, so I don't want to scare you, but I'll tell you what I think, yeah?" 
Avery swallows around nothing. 
Steve gives her back a sympathetic pat. "It's okay," he says to her, enthusing his voice with some pep to calm her down. 
"Jordan's mommy was sick when she passed away," you say, your hand resting on your bump now, inching closer to Steve and Avery where they've paused under the kitchen light. "She knew things were going to be hard. When you have a baby, you know things won't be easy, but it's not fair. It's very sad. She," —you look at Steve with a parent familiar fear that says, Am I saying the right things?— "said goodbye before anyone wanted her too, but Avery." Steve knows what you're going to say. It's a promise he made only minutes ago, one that you have no control over keeping, but a necessary one nonetheless to make. You could very well have complications down the line, things could spin out of control, but Avery doesn't need the stress of that hanging over her. "I promise you here and now that I'm not going anywhere. Daddy won't let me." 
He laughs a little breathlessly. "Damn straight." 
"But daddy isn't a doctor," Avery says, holding out her arm. 
You walk into Avery's reach, letting her climb from Steve's arms to yours without complaint. "He didn't have time to be a doctor, he was too busy being the best dad ever." 
"Are you flirting with me?" Steve asks. 
"Duh, Stevie." You turn your attention to Avery, struggling to hold her and stroke a hair from her face. "Don't worry about me. Promise me you won't, Ave." 
"I just don't want you to go away," Avery says with a frown. 
Steve feels an unexpected heat behind his eyes. You smile softly, your thumb on Avery's cheek. "Then I won't. I'll stay. I can't go anywhere without you, gorgeous." 
Steve strokes the back of Avery's head. "And I can't be without either of you, so mom doesn't have a choice." 
He wishes things were that simple. Steve has no idea what the future holds, but he chooses to believe it'll be a good one, where every one of his girls gets to grow old. But the future isn't something he can predict nor change by wishing alone. 
"Did that make much sense to you, sweetheart?" you ask Avery.
"It makes sense. Sorry." 
You and Steve make twin sounds of loving disbelief. 
"Sorry for what?" you ask, as Steve says, "No, God, don't be sorry!" 
"It's okay to ask me stuff," you say.
"That's what we're here for." 
Avery wraps her arms around your neck. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" she whispers, near imperceptibly, Steve's ears straining to hear her under the sounds of the water heater and the television. 
"I'm sure. I've done it three times already."
"Are you scared?" 
You shake your head resolutely. "No. You know why?" 
"Why?" 
"'Cos I know, at the end of it I might get another little girl who's just like you. Or like Beth, or Dove. Maybe I'll get one who's nothing like any of you, but I know with such a great big sister she's going to be amazing." 
Avery rests her cheek on your shoulder. "You think so?" 
"I know so." 
"Thank you," she says. 
You laugh again. "For what?" you ask, nails raking up and down the length of her back. "Only telling you what's true. Me and daddy think you're the bestest." 
Steve rubs his face with both hands rather than cry. Crying makes his eyes sore and he has to wake up at six AM tomorrow to take the girls to swimming lessons at seven thirty. (He also doesn't want Avery to see him crying and get the wrong idea, what with the previous conversation.) 
"Mom?" Bethie asks in the doorway. 
"Yes?" you murmur, resting your head atop Avery's gently. 
"Excuse me." 
You laugh a charmed laugh and scoot out of the way, resting your weight on the door jam. Bethie looks incredibly small idling at his feet, even though Dove is much smaller. She smiles nervously. 
"Daddy?" 
"Yes?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. He pretends to be nonchalant, while inside he's thinking about lots of things. Avery's huge heart and all her worries. Bethie's emerging cheekiness after years of quiet. Dove's roaring giggle when you squeeze her just right. And you, your bump, your devotion to him and the girls, but more than that —your voice and how you talk with all the good you possess. How you're talking now to Avery in dulcet tones. 
Bethie takes his hand. "Can I have the rest of my mac and cheese, please?" 
"Yeah, babe. Unless you want dessert instead?" 
His hand sways in her grip. "I want mac and cheese if that's okay." 
Steve picks her up with a typical dad groan. He'll check on Dove first, but he has no qualms with warming her mac and cheese. He'd offer to make you another helping if you weren't distracted entirely, nose bridge nuzzling into Avery's neck. 
He doesn't know what the future holds, but he hopes for more of this. 
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unboundprompts · 6 months
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Character Name Ideas that Start With the Letter D
-> feel free to comment suggestions, I'll do my best to add them to the list.
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Male:
Devereux
Damien
Dorian
Draco
Daniel
Desmond
Declan
Dante
David
Dylan
Dawson
Daxton "Dax"
Duke
Dilan
Dangelo
Dak
Darrow
Devin
Derek
Donovan
Dallas
Douglas
Darragh
Darwin
Decker
Dexter
Dean
Dalton
Damek
Dillon
Dominic
Dan
Deacon
Denver
Dash
Dalan
Dazzan
Dechen
Dimitri
Dirk
Dutchen
Dae
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Female:
Daphne
Della
Denise
Della
Dina
Dulcina
Delaney
Daleyza
Danica
Diana
Daisy
Dahlia
Dorothea
Dorothy
Darby
Doris
Debra
Donna
Diane
Dawn
Dora
Delilah
Daïna
Domitille
Davina
Dolly
Divya
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Gender-Neutral:
Dakota
Daegan
Danny
Dale
Drew
Darcy
Dallas
Dantzler
Demi
Dee
Dulce
Danan
Dotty
Delphi
Devi
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flurpsie · 9 months
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Battling art block with Janice!!
She’s so AAAUGGHHH 💕💕💕 Everything I love her and adore her and … I will kill for her…
Plus other muppet doodles !!
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Along with more Dotty Doodles !! Accidentally made him very similar to Dolly Parton, so naturally I had to give him some outfits inspired by her songs/outfits ! Plus a Dottie/Zoot thingy haha. Dottie is a HUGE Electric Mayhem fan, getting all nervous and antsy in their presence. He has a huge crush on both Lips and Zoot.. and tries to impress them whenever he can !! But that’s really hard, since he has horrible stage fright, and isn’t in the very least brave. But !! He is trying his best!!
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divinescannibalism · 2 months
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💢 ⸝ angry doll inspired npts ! 。
━━╋ names
colere, dottie, iresse , wrathes , tempest , nemesis, ulysses, rebel, ravanche, cadel, kiva, nuri, lakka, lalki, zizi, apricot
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anger/angers, dolly/dollys, wrath/wraths, reven/revenge, bliding/blidings, fury/fury, berserk/berserk, mad/mad
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the doll with an uncontrollable anger, prn who goes berserk, the one who wants revenge, the beutiful but angered puppet
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requested by: @tons-of-moths-in-a-box
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pupsmailbox · 1 month
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DOLL - PUPPET NAMES ⌇ adelaide. adorablette. aerlyn. alena. alexis. alice. angeline. annabelle. antoinette. anxiette. anxious. apricot. ash. aspen. atticus. ava. babette. babydoll. bambi. bambina. bambino. bashfelle. bashful. belle. bernadette. blu. blue. bluette. blushe. blushette. button. buttons. cadel. charlotte. colere. commedia. constance. coquette. cordelia. corsette. cypress. darling. dearest. dearette. dearie. demure. doilie. doily. doll. dollette. dollie. dolline. dollita. dolly. dottie. drusilla. eldritche. elissar. elodie. eloise. emerence. essie. esther. evangela. evangeline. evelyn. frill. frillette. genevieve. genoveva. glorie. glory. gorey. gorie. gracelyn. hiccup. hyde. iraia. irette. josie. juniper. juno. kewpie. kiva. krak. lace. lacette. lacey. lacie. lain. lakka. lalki. lavender. letta. lilac. lily. lola. loletta. lolita. lottie. lovelace. lucius. lulu. lute. lyla. lys. madison. mahina. mandy. marie. marion. marionette. marionne. marotte. marrionette. marrow. mary. maryjane. meek. melanie. melodie. melody. miel. minuette. mold. moldie. moldy. morgana. morgue. murmur. muse. nelly. nemesis. nicodème. nimbus. nina. nuri. olive. oliver. olivia. pinkette. pinkie. pinky. pinocchio. pippin. poppet. poppette. poppy. porce. porcelain. porcelynn. pulau. pupetta. puppet. puppetear. puppetette. puppette. puppyte. ravanche. realiteer. rebel. ribbon. ribbonne. rose. rubella. ruby. sacrifette. satin. sebastian. sew. sewine. shiver. sidney. smiley. smilie. softette. softie. sprout. stitches. strings. sweetheart. sweetiebelle. teacup. tearie. teddy. tempest. thalia. theodora. trembelle. ulysses. viola. visage. whisp. whisper. willow. wisp. wrathes. zizi.
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PRONOUNS ⌇ adorable/adorable. ae/aer. angel/angel. anger/anger. berry/berrie. berserk/berserk. bjd/bjd. bliding/bliding. blue/blue. blush/blushe. bug/bug. button/button. cake/cake. cloth/cloth. control/control. coo/croon. coquette/coquetteish. corpse/corpse. coy/coy. crack/cracked. cracked/cracked. creep/creepy. cute/cute. de/dear. de/demure. dead/death. dear/dear. decay/decay. delica/delicate. delicate/delicate. despair/despair. dirt/dirty. doll/doll. doll/dolly. dolly/dolly. dress/dressup. elegant/elegant. eye/eye. fabric/fabric. fae/fae. flower/flower. fragile/fragile. frail/frail. friendly/friendly. frill/frill. fury/fury. glass/glasse. gore/gore. grime/grime. hx/hxm. it/it. joint/joint. joint/jointed. kew/kewpie. la/lace. lace/lace. lae/lace. lolita/lolita. love. love/ mad/mad. mae/mae. mari/marionette. marionette/marionette. me/meek. morbid/morbid. mu/mutter. mur/murmur. null/null. ny/nym. pink/pink. pitter/patter. play/playtime. porce/porcelain. porcela/porcelain. porcelain/porcelain. pose/pose. pose/posed. possess/possessed. pup/puppet. puppet/puppet. rea/reality. reven/revenge. ribbon/ribbon. rot/rot. scare/scare. sew/sew. she/shy. shi/shiver. shx/hxr. silk/silk. smile/smile. snap/snapped. soft/soft. sti/string. string/string. te/teer. tea/teatime. teeth/teeth. thre/thread. thxy/thxm. ti/timid. toy/toy. toy/toytime. un/canny. ve/ver. vi/vr. vomit/vomit. watch/watche. whi/whisper. wood/wood. wrath/wrath.
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clumsyfoxdesigns · 2 years
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🥧 Cozy Names - Aesthetic name ideas for trans & nonbinary people! 🧸
Classic
Angel
Autumn
Bea - "blessed; voyager, traveller"
Bee
Bo - "to live; wave"
Bonnie / Bonbon - "pretty; good"
Byrie
Cerise - "cherry, red"
Claret - "cherry, red"
Clover
Dolly
Dotty - "gift; from god"
Fawn / Faun
Ginger
Goldie
Hattie
Jules
Juni / Junie
Kit / Kitty
Lacey
Nell / Nelly / Nellie
Pax - "peace"
Penny
Queenie
Sade - "honour confers a crown; rule with nobility"
Sunny
Teddy
Descriptors (Adjectives & Adverbs)
Brim
Cinna / Cinnamon
Clumsy
Comfy
Crim / Crimson
Cuddly
Dulce - /ˌdəlsā/ "sweet, mild"
Dusty
Fluffy
Fuzzy
Light
Rusty
Snug
Tawny
Twinkle
Umber
Wooly
Nouns
Blanket
Brick
Bubbles
Bunny
Buttercup
Butternut
Butterscotch
Buttons
Chestnut
Cookie
Copper
Corner
Crumbs
Doe
Fox / Foxtrot
Goose
Hearth
Honey
Hopscotch
Jelly Bean
Lane
Muffin
Padlock
Petal
Pooka -  /púca/ "goblin, fairy creature"
Pumpkin
Satchel
Scotch
Snickerdoodle
Soot
Socks
Sorrel
Soup
Sticks
Toast
Woods
Yarn
Verbs
Cuddles
Curl / Curly
Doodle
Doze
Dream
Link
Lock / Locke
Pat
Snooze
Snuggles
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gothabilly-kitty · 11 months
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Nautical dresses by Dolly & Dotty
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is censordoll using hair dye in the bloberta flashback? (considering it's gray on her driver's license) if so, does that make every aloneford resident a hair dye user?
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