#lydia/cecelia

[crowseers]

Behind the building!?

#dishonored #loriart #cecelia #lydia brooklaine #lydia/cecelia #best viewed on desktop i think lolol

[stealingpotatoes]

i mean it's solid advice

(dialogue from this post!)

#callista curnow #corvo attano #dishonored #lydia brooklaine #cecelia dishonored #my doods

[divinefem]

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

[no-light-left-on]

there is a copy of Young Prince of Tyvia in the Hound Pits Pub bathroom on the bookshelf right by the tub

#dh #dishonored #this is something that came up during a stream and I need to know your opinion on this #who is the genius that keeps a dirty book in the bathroom #we all know Why but also Who had this dumbass genius idea? #please reblog for bigger sample size yadda yadda

[sacrifesse]

⚙️ ⋆˙⟡♡ STEAMPUNK iD PACK 〰️

╰┈┈➤ REQUESTED BY ANON ｡

— NAMES : gear , gearesse , steamette , enginesse , clockette , timesse , machinesse , gogglesse , agatha , compasse , alex(ia) , cecelia , evangeline , evangelesse , theo , theodore , theodosia , penny , claudette , lydia , hazel(le) , amber , cole , oakley

— PRONOUNS : gear/gears/gearself , cog/cogs/cogself , steam/steams/steamself , engine/engines/engineself , clock/clocks/clockself , time/times/timeself , watch/watches/watcheself , machine/machines/machineself , factory/factories/factorieself , goggle/goggles/goggleself , penny/pennies/pennieself , hazel/hazels/hazelself , amber/ambers/amberself , smoke/smokes/smokeself , coal/coals/coalself

— TiTLES : the one of gears and steam , the one of clocks and coal , the cog that fell out of the machine , the one that goes tick tick tick at all hours , (pronoun) who tips (pronoun) hat at every passerby , the keeper of the time , the timekeeper , (pronoun) who wears a waistcoat and carries a pocket watch , the wearer of goggles , (pronoun) who wears googles , the wearer of top hats , (pronoun) who wears top hats , the wearer of waistcoats , (pronoun) who wears waistcoats

— GENDERS : steampunkic , steampunkgender , steampunkcoric , steampunkpiratic , steamubmarinepunkic , steampunkcoffic , steampunkrobotic , antiquegender

pt: steampunk id pack

requested by anon /end pt.

#— ꒰ completed ꒱ #id pack #names #name list #name ideas #name suggestions #pronouns #pronoun list #pronoun ideas #pronoun suggestions #neopronouns #neopronoun list #neopronoun ideas #neopronoun suggestions #titles #title list #title ideas #title suggestions #xenogender #xenogenders #steampunk

[basiccortez]

I have a Rhett request:

Rhett and reader were high school sweethearts but broke up before she went to college and now that reader has graduated, she comes back to her hometown w/ a 3 (if my math is correct 3 1/2?) y/o daughter.

I understand completely if you decide to say no,

I love ur writings !

🧡

"Do I really have to go to church?"

"Yes," Y/N's mother, Mary, answered as she finished fixing her hair in the mirror. Y/N rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall, "You are back home, and no better place for you to be truly welcomed, than back in the church."

"I just really don't want to go. You know people are going to talk," Y/N said and craned her neck to look in the living room. The little girl with bright blue eyes was still being entertained by her uncle.

Mary sighed and turned to face her. There were two reasons why she hadn't stepped foot in Wabang in almost four years, one was sitting in the living room, and the other was tucked away in box she brought back from Texas.

"Can I stay home with Dad?" Y/N asked.

"No. Your father is going. Everyone in this house is going to church, bottom line. Now, is Lydia dressed?"

Y/N rolled her eyes one last time and pushed off the wall, going to the living room. The little girl looked up at Y/N as she walked in, and immediately held her hands out to her. Y/N smiled as she picked her up, and fixed the button up shirt she was wearing. A friend of her's mother had made it for her, it had small cherries on it.

"Grandma is making us go to church," Y/N said to her, "Say 'boo, grandma'." Lydia shook her head and smiled back, "Your momma's nice girl, huh?"

"Yes momma," Lydia responded.

"Dammit, y'all are still here," Y/N's dad, George, cursed as he walked into the house, "Thought I could miss the ride in."

"NO ONE IS MISSING CHURCH!"

--- --- ---

"We should've skipped church," Mary whispered to Y/N, as she tried to pay attention to what the pastor was saying. It was like a magnet had been drawn to the family, and all eyes were on them. They hadn't even shown up late to deserve this kind of attention. But Y/N knew it was partially because of her presence back in Wabang.

Y/N didn't think when she moved four years ago that she would ever come back. Her plan was set in stone; move to Austin, graduate from the University of Texas, find some rich farmer and marry into the family, and never return to Wabang. But life had a funny way of throwing curve balls at her. That curve ball ended up being a daughter of her own.

"Can we go?" Lydia turned and asked her mother.

"No baby, it's almost over, and then you'll go to Sunday school. It's a lot of fun," Y/N said to your daughter, and picked her up from the chair she was sitting in, and put her on your lap. She turned to nuzzle her head into Y/N's neck, trying to stay awake during the service. Her blue eyes looked around the church at the various community members, her eyes locking with a similar pair of blue ones from across the way.

Rhett tried not to stare at them when they walked into church. He was used to seeing Mary and George, and their youngest son Cody, but what he didn't expect was to see Y/N, walking up a beat behind them, with a little girl on her hip. He felt his heart stop in his chest at the sight. The two of them looked like they could be sisters, minus the blue eyes.

"If you don't stop staring, you'll set that girl on fire," Cecelia muttered, "It's impolite and I raised you better than that."

"Sorry," Rhett mumbled, and looked back down at the open bible in his lap for a beat, before looking back over at the two of them. Cecelia huffed in response, closing her bible and looking back up at the pastor.

When the service was over, Y/N and her parents stood outside catching up with some of the locals. She introduced Lydia to them, the little girl would smile at them. Y/N had expected some questionable looks, as she was unmarried and a mother. Y/N was just happy that the kept their comments to themselves for once, knowing how some of the old biddies could get.

"I'm going to take her down for Sunday school," Y/N said to Mary.

"Okay sweetheart," Mary said, "You be good Lydia, and maybe you can help grandma make a pie later."

"'Kay grandma!" Lydia smiled, and you set her down on her feet. She grabbed Y/N's hand as she walked down the steps to the church basement, where all the Sunday school class rooms were. Lydia kept mumbling the words of the last song from the service as they walked to find her class room.

"Oh!" "I'm-" Y/N jumped as she ran into someone. Y/N took a step back and looked at the familiar blue eyes that she was hoping to avoid by skipping church. n

"Rhett," Y/N said. Y/N felt Lydia move to hide behind her, unsure of the man in front of them, "Um, hi."

"Hi," Rhett said, giving her his classic half smile, "How ya been?"

"Good. How have you been? How's your folks?"

"Busy, with ranch stuff. . . riding bulls. Folks are good," Rhett answered, and cleared his throat, looking down at the little girl, "Who's that?" He nodded towards her.

Y/N sucked in a breath, and put a hand on her daughter's head, "This is Lydia. Lydia, can you say hi to Mr. Rhett?"

Lydia said a breathy "hi," and gave Rhett a small wave, still hiding behind her mom.

"She's shy," Rhett smiled, "She don't get that from you."

"Hey!" Y/N exclaimed, with a smile, "No, she definitely gets that from her dad."

"How old are you, sweetheart?" Rhett asked Lydia. The little girl held up three fingers, "That's a big age. Old enough to start school."

"Don't get us started on the school thing. She had a complete meltdown about Cody starting school and her not being able to go with him," Y/N said.

"Now that is you, through and through," Rhett laughed.

Y/N shook her head with a smile, "I better get her to Sunday school," Y/N bent down to pick Lydia up and placed her on her hip, "Say bye to Mr. Rhett, Lyds." Lydia waved to the man as Y/N walked past him. Rhett smiled and waved goodbye to the little girl.

It wasn't until he was sitting in his truck in the church parking lot that it hit him.

"Holy fuck!" Rhett yelled, ". . . that's my kid."

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a/n: REQUESTS FOR RHETT ARE OPEN:) pls send them in

#g's asks #my asks #outer range #outer rang fan fic #outer range fan fiction #outer range imagine #outer range blurb #Rhett abbott #Rhett abbott fan fic #Rhett abbott fan fiction #Rhett abbott imagine #Rhett abbott blurb #Rhett abbott x reader #Rhett abbott x you #Rhett abbott x y/n

[melanie-ohara]

I'll Be Your All For Now - Chapter 2

Whumpuary2024, Day 28 - (Alt) Prompt: "Let me See"

Callista and Cecelia are left to pick up the pieces after the collapse of the Loyalist Conspiracy

AO3 Here

Wallace was a bastard right to the end, and this time his cruelty had saved her. Even after Callista had taken to protecting her, Wallace had tried to make her life as hard as he could and the last thing he said to her - maybe his last words to anyone - was that she shouldn't bother coming out to the courtyard with them, because she didn't deserve the praise. She had watched from the window in the door of the bar as Havelock shot him, clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle her scream. When the Admiral turned the pistol on Lydia, Cecelia thought she might plead, or remind him of the time they spent together. 

"Screw yourself, Farley," Lydia said, and died.

Havelock opened the breach of his pistol to reload as he advanced on Callista, and Cecelia even considered trying to rush out and stop him. Martin and Pendleton where there too, though, and she doubted she would get very far.

"The debt I owe to your uncle," Havelock said to Callista, "is beyond measure." He leveled the pistol at her forehead, and she stared him down. Cecelia could feel her heartbeat in her throat. She couldn't watch, but neither could she turn away. 

Havelock sighed and lowered the gun. "Take her to the tower," he ordered, and Cecelia breathed out. Callista might be safe for now, but she wasn't - she had to get out of the pub before anyone saw her, and from what Havelock had said before, the City Watch were on their way. She sprinted for the stairs and took them two at a time to the servants' quarters to grab the key from under her bunk. Martin and Callista would be on the staircase by now and the only other door led back to the courtyard and the barrel of Havelock's gun, so instead Cecelia slipped out of the window. The balcony on the other side was high, but she could climb down the side and make a run for the house across the street. She scuffed her knees on her way, but she made it to safety just in time - as she was closing the door behind her, the quarantine barrier started to open and the Watch poured in. Cecelia ducked down by one of the grimy windows and watched. She had no idea what to do.

*

By the time Callista saw Corvo, it was too late for the Watch officers on the grounds. She watched from the window as he slipped silently from the pub into Piero's workshop and then back again. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but she knew it wouldn't be long before he freed her, so she readied the flare launcher for contacting Samuel. By the time it was ready, Corvo and the two natural philosophers had fired the advanced arc pylon and everyone in uniform was stretched out on their back. Callista couldn't tell if they were alive or dead and when Corvo unlocked the door she couldn't bring herself to ask.

He was going after Emily, of course, but before he left he told her Cecelia was safe. She had intended to stay with Piero and Sokolov, but once she knew where to find her she abandoned the two of them and rushed down to the house across the street and hammered on the door. 

"It's me!" she called out. "It's Callista!"

She almost fell across the threshold as the door opened suddenly. Cecelia grabbed her into a hug before Callista had even had time to see her.

"Corvo found you," she said, the relief in her voice so tangible it made Callista blush a little. 

"He told me where you were," Callista said. Cecelia's curly hair tickled her nose and she smiled until Cecelia stepped away from the hug - far too soon for Callista's liking. 

Cecelia's eyes looked red and swollen, but she was pleased to see a glimmer of happiness in them. It quickly dimmed when she noticed the blood on Callista's face. She reached out a hand and pulled her inside, shutting and locking the door behind them. She led her to a chair in the other room and sat her down, ignoring Callista's protests.

"Let me see, miss," she said. 

"It's nothing," Callista replied, trying to wave her away. "Martin hit me, that's all." It had throbbed for a while, and seeing the blood pouring down her face in the mirror had been frightening, but the bleeding had stopped quickly and now it didn't even hurt much. 

"Let me see ," Cecelia insisted, and Callista sighed and nodded. 

Tenderly, Cecelia brushed Callista's hair away from the cut with her fingers and probed the edges with her fingers, apologising whenever Callista winced - no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Finally, she stood up straight and nodded.

"It's not deep, but I'd like to clean it."

Callista wasn't sure, but it felt like Cecelia was asking for permission. She liked to think they were friends now, but there was still a class divide between them that Cecelia found very hard to cross.

"Please," Callista said, and Cecelia hurried off. She returned a moment later with a damp cloth that felt pleasantly warm when she touched it to Callista's skin.

"There," Cecelia said soothingly, and Callista felt herself blush again. After so long looking after her, protecting her from Master Higgins' ugliest punishments, it felt strange for Cecelia to be looking after her. 

"You've done this before," Callista said. Cecelia lifted grubby fingertips to Callista's chin and tilted her head into the light a little so she could see better. 

"My brother," Cecelia replied. "Always getting into fights. I used to clean his wounds and stitch his cuts, when I could."

"A dutiful sister," Callista commented with a smile.

"That's me, miss," she said, and wiped a speck of blood from Callista's cheek. 

"What happened to him?" she asked, without thinking. Poor families like Cecelia's stayed together through anything, unless something forced them apart.

"He died. Before the plague. I'm grateful for that," she said. 

"I'm… so sorry, Cecelia."

She shrugged, and put down the cloth. "It's okay," she said. "There, now it won't get infected."

Callista reached out for her hand. "Thank you," she said. 

"It's lucky you don't need stitches, miss," Cecelia replied, stepping away from her hand and not looking her in the eyes. "I can't find a needle in this place."

Callista stood up and straightened out her clothes. She wanted to apologise properly, but now wasn't the time. "What are we going to do?" she asked.

Cecelia stepped over to the doorframe and peered out of the window towards the pub. "I have no idea," she mumbled.

"Corvo will find Lady Emily," Callista said, sounding more sure than she was. "Havelock won't be able to stop him."

Cecelia turned to look at her. "Who winds up on the throne doesn't matter much when you're in the gutter, miss," she pointed out. "We should be more worried about the rats, and the Watch out there."

Callista nodded. "Of course, you're right," she said. "I'm not very good at this," she admitted. It hadn't felt it, but compared to Cecelia her life had been easy until now. Even fleeing her old life for a grimy tavern on the river hadn't changed her quality of life that much, but now she was truly thrown out of society and left to fend for herself.

"Don't worry, miss," Cecelia said with a smile. "I'll look after you. I owe you, after all."

"You really don't, Cecelia," Callista said. 

"You looked after me," Cecelia reminded her.

Callista went to stand by her in the doorway and watch the street. The City Watch officers were starting to wake up from whatever it was Corvo had done to them, and they were gathering outside waiting for someone in charge to tell them where to go next. 

"The only person I have left in the world is my uncle," Callista said suddenly. She wanted to tell Cecelia she cared about her, and wanted her to be in her life, but she couldn't find the right words yet.

There was quiet for a moment before Cecelia replied. "My sister might be alive still," she mused. "But I don't know."

"Do you want to look for her?"

Cecelia didn't say anything and kept her eyes on the people outside, but she nodded her head a fraction.

It felt like the most natural thing in the world to Callista to reach out and slip her fingers into Cecelia's hand, and she smiled when Cecelia closed her own fingers around them. 

"Okay," she said. She squeezed gently, and Cecelia squeezed back. Whatever happened, whether Corvo saved Emily or the whole Empire fell apart, they had each other now.

#fanfic #writing #whumpuary2024 #dishonored #callista curnow #cecelia #whumpuaryno14 #alt prompt #let me see

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

Slightly changed common forenames

Aaron Ada Adam Adrian Adrienne Agnes Alan Albert Alberta Alberto Alex Alexander Alexandra Alexis Alfred Alfredo Alice Alicia Alison Allan Allen Allison Alma Alvin Alyssa Amanda Amber Amelia Amy Ana Andre Andrea Andrew Andy Angel Angela Angelica Angelina Angie Anita Ann Anna Anne Annette Annie Antoinette Antonia Antonio Antóny April Arlene Armando Arnold Artúr Ashley Audrey Barbara Barry Beatrice Becky Belinda Ben Benjamin Bernadette Bernard Bernice Bertá Bessie Beth Betsy Betty Betány Beulah Beverly Bill Billie Billy Blanca Blancé Bob Bobbie Bobby Bonnie Brad Bradley Brandi Brandon Brandy Brenda Brent Brett Brian Bridget Brittany Brooke Bruce Bryan Byron Calvin Camille Candace Candice Carl Carla Carlos Carmen Carol Carole Caroline Carolyn Carrie Casey Cassandra Cathy Catérine Cecelia Cecil Cecilia Celia Chris Christian Christie Christina Christine Christopér Christy Cindy Claire Clara Clarence Claude Claudia Clayton Clifford Clifton Clinton Clyde Cody Colleen Connie Constance Cora Corey Cory Courtney Craig Cristina Crystal Curtis Cyntûa Cád Cárlene Cárles Cárlie Cárlotte Célsea Céryl Céster Daisy Dale Dan Dana Daniel Danielle Danny Darla Darlene Darrell Darren Darryl Daryl Dave David Dawn Dean Deanna Debbie Deborah Debra Delia Della Delores Denise Dennis Derek Derrick Desiree Diana Diane Dianna Dianne Dixie Dolores Don Donald Donna Dora Doreen Doris Dorothy Douglas Duane Dustin Dwayne Dwight Earl Ebony Eddie Edgar Edith Edna Eduardo Edward Edwin Eileen Elaine Eleanor Elena Elisa Elizabeth Ella Ellen Elmer Eloise Elsa Elsie Elvira Emily Emma Enrique Eric Erica Erik Erika Erin Erma Ernest Ernestine Essie Estelle Estér Etél Eugene Eula Eunice Eva Evelyn Everett Faith Fannie Faye Felicia Felix Fernando Flora Florence Floyd Frances Francis Francisco Frank Franklin Fred Freda Freddie Frederick Gabriel Gail Gary Gayle Gene Geneva Genevieve George Georgia Gerald Geraldine Gertrude Gilbert Gina Ginger Gladys Glen Glenda Glenn Gloria Gordon Grace Greg Gregory Gretcén Guadalupe Guy Gwen Gwendolyn Ian Ida Inez Irene Iris Irma Isaac Isabel Ivan Jack Jackie Jacob Jacqueline Jacquelyn Jaime James Jamie Jan Jana Jane Janet Janice Janie Janis Jared Jasmine Jason Javier Jay Jean Jeanette Jeanne Jeannette Jeannie Jeff Jeffery Jeffrey Jenna Jennie Jennifer Jenny Jeremy Jerome Jerry Jesse Jessica Jessie Jesus Jill Jim Jimmie Jimmy Jo Joan Joann Joanna Joanne Jodi Jody Joe Joel John Johnnie Johnny Jon Jonatán Jordan Jorge Jose Josefina Joseph Josepûne Josúa Joy Joyce Joánna Juan Juana Juanita Judith Judy Julia Julian Julie Julio June Justin Kara Karen Kari Karl Karla Kate Kathleen Kathryn Kathy Katie Katrina Katérine Kay Kayla Keith Kelley Kelli Kellie Kelly Ken Kendra Kenneth Kent Kerry Kevin Kim Kimberly Kirk Krista Kristen Kristi Kristie Kristin Kristina Kristine Kristy Krystal Kurt Kyle Lana Lance Larry Latoya Laura Lauren Laurie Laverne Lawrence Leah Lee Leigh Lela Lena Leo Leon Leona Leonard Leroy Leslie Lester Leticia Lewis Lila Lillian Lillie Linda Lindsay Lindsey Lisa Lloyd Lois Lola Lonnie Lora Lorena Lorene Loretta Lori Lorraine Louis Louise Lucia Lucille Lucy Luis Lula Luz Lydia Lynda Lynette Lynn Lynne Mabel Mable Madeline Mae Maggie Mamie Mandy Manuel Marc Marcella Marcia Marcus Margaret Margarita Margie Marguerite Maria Marian Marianne Marie Marilyn Mario Marion Marjorie Mark Marlene Marsá Marsáll Marta Martin Martá Marvin Mary Maryann Mattie Mattéw Matéw Maureen Maurice Max Maxine May Megan Megán Melanie Melba Melinda Melissa Melody Melvin Mercedes Meredith Micáel Micéal Micéle Micélle Miguel Mike Mildred Milton Mindy Minnie Miranda Miriam Misty Mitcéll Molly Mona Monica Monique Morris Muriel Myra Myrtle

Nadine Nancy Naomi Natalie Natasá Natán Natániel Neil Nellie Nelson Nettie Nicole Nicólas Nicóle Nina Nora Norma Norman Olga Olive Olivia Ollie Opal Ora Oscar Pam Pamela Pat Patricia Patrick Patsy Patti Patty Paul Paula Paulette Pauline Pearl Pedro Peggy Penny Perry Peter Phyllis Priscilla Pûlip Pûllip Racáel Racél Rafael Ralph Ramon Ramona Randall Randy Raquel Raul Ray Raymond Rebecca Regina Reginald Rene Renee Ricardo Rick Ricky Ricárd Rita Robert Roberta Roberto Robin Robyn Rocélle Rodney Roger Roland Ron Ronald Ronnie Rosa Rosalie Rose Rosemarie Rosemary Rosie Ross Roxanne Roy Ruben Ruby Russell Ruth Ryan Rónda Sabrina Sadie Sally Salvador Sam Samantá Samuel Sandra Sandy Sara Sarah Scott Sean Sergio Seth Sidney Silvia Sonia Sonja Sonya Sopûa Sopûe Stacey Stacy Stanley Stella Stepánie Stepén Steve Steven Sue Susan Susie Suzanne Sylvia Sáne Sánnon Sári Sáron Sáwn Sáwna Séila Sélia Sélley Sélly Séri Sérri Sérry Séryl Sûrley Tabitá Tamara Tami Tammy Tanya Tara Tasá Ted Teresa Teri Terrance Terrence Terri Terry Tiffany Tim Timothy Tina Todd Tom Tommy Toni Tony Tonya Tracey Traci Tracy Travis Tricia Troy Tyler Tyrone Télma Téodore Téresa Tómas Valerie Vanessa Velma Vera Verna Vernon Veronica Vicki Vickie Vicky Victor Victoria Vincent Viola Violet Virgil Virginia Vivian Wade Wallace Walter Wanda Warren Wayne Wendy Wesley Willard William Willie Wilma Winifred Wûtney Yolanda Yvette Yvonne Zacáry Ánnah Árold Árriet Árry Árvey Áttie Ázel Éatér Éctor Éidi Élen Énrietta Énry Érbert Érman Ólly Ópe Óward Úgh Ûlda

#name list #names #naming characters #name #character name

[beautifulcreaturestw]

MAIN OCS MASTERLIST

under the cut... layout inspo

GABRIEL MATEO ARGENT.

universal nicknames: gabe

species: human (that you or any character knows of)

seasons: one–three, undecided

love interest: stiles stilinski

faceclaim: matthew daddario

CLEMENTINE LUCILLE HALE.

universal nicknames: clem

species: human

seasons: one–movie

love interest: scott mccall

faceclaim: kristine froseth

OPHELIA JUN LING.

universal nicknames: none

species: medium

seasons: one–four, sixb–movie

love interest: derek hale

faceclaim: jessica henwick

RACHEL CECELIA CHEN.

universal nicknames: rach

species: soul-swapped human

seasons: two–undecided

love interest: isaac lahey

faceclaim: natasha liu bordizzo

GUNNAR EMIL MORDERE.

universal nicknames: none

species: human (hunter)

seasons: two–undecided

love interest: allison argent

faceclaim: bill skarsgard

LOKI MORNINGSTAR.

universal nicknames: none

species: half-demon

seasons: threeb–movie

love interest: lydia martin

faceclaim: chris wood

VALERIE ROSANA BASILIO.

universal nicknames: val

species: werewolf

seasons: threeb--movie

love interest: malia tate

faceclaim: bianca santos

JOSETTE EILEEN HARVEY.

universal nicknames: jo

species: spinnetod

seasons: four–movie

love interest: liam dunbar & theo raeken

faceclaim: courtney eaton

#masterlist #aliverse masterlist #aliverse ocs #type: masterlist #oc: josette harvey #oc: gabriel argent #oc: valerie basilio #oc: clementine hale #oc: gunnar mordere #oc: loki morningstar #oc: ophelia ling #oc: rachel chen #ocappreciation #allaboutocs #fyeahteenwolfocs #teenwolfocs #teen wolf ocs

[crowseers]

Now finally... dishonored characters as fast food customers. Coming from someone who has been working in fast food for almost 2 years now..

Some Bonus HCs:

- Custis and Morgan aren't on here but they would appropriately go in FAST FOOD TERROR if they're together.

- Corvo will try and joke with you during a rush (whether or not you appreciate it is up for debate)

- Jessamine flipped out at an employee once in her life and thinks about it every time she pulls into a drive-thru

- Treavor is a terror in the sense that he doesn't complain to an employee's face, he'll just bitch about it over the phone. Mostly for fun if he's bored.

- Martin asks for every fucking sauce you have. "Just throw a handful in there." Or "How much are you allowed to give me?"

- Daud went through the drive-thru and the employee dropped his change and he just drove off.

- Slackjaw is a silverware hoarder. Asks for 5 at the window every time he comes through and just grabs a handful if he's inside.

#dishonored #sorry for cringe posting it will happen again #daud #alexandria hypatia #callista curnow #cecelia #corvo attano #lydia brooklaine #treavor pendleton #teague martin #i cant tag everyone there's so much omfg #you get the idea though #i have a lot of rage in my heart

[sigilmint]

[rainbow emoji] for the ask meme!

🌈Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

regarding Cecelia's last day at the Hound Pits:

It was a morning like so many others, that day. Cold winds, familiar conversation, hard work. It smelled like fried bread with gooey pear preserves, and Lydia made a blood sauce that smelled foul but tasted like something substantial. She knew how to turn almost nothing into something mouth-watering when she wanted to, and I always hoped to ask her to teach me some of that, one day.

#ask meme

[stealingpotatoes]

some dishonored roleswap au doodles bc I’ve lowkey neglected it!!

(commission info // kofi)

#jessamine kaldwin #corvo attano #delilah copperspoon #daud #daud dishonored #cecelia dishonored #callista curnow #lydia brooklaine #corvojess #dishonored #dh roleswap au #dh #my doods

[cielsosinfel]

its 4am so i need to log OFF and go to BED but my mind is spinning with dishonored dishonored dishonored. this game really meant the world to me when i was... fucking... 18 years old lmao wow. i'm really not very far at all, i have just made my way to Claring Blvd, but some thoughts, i guess:

for a game that came out on consoles in 2012, it looks amazing. the stylization aged very VERY well even if some gameplay elements didn't. (and to be honest, the gameplay isn't as clunky as i was worrying it'd be.) (i do think there must have been a better, less confusing button mapping option for sneak-stabbing vs sneak-choking.)

i still love how beat up everyone's faces look in this. though, the women could stand to be more beat up and have more varied face shapes. also the NOSES

forgot that literally everyone wears pants because apparently skirts and dresses don't exist in the dishonoredverse? at least not in dunwall. which seems very fitting tbf.

the amount of thought and depth poured into the lore of the world dishonored takes place in, the amount of WORLDBUILDING, when you never even leave the walls of dunwall, is still one of my favorite things about it. i think the writers in charge of the flavor text strewn about as notes and books did a good job giving all of these details that flesh the setting out but still leave so much mystery that could be expanded on.

i love the atmosphere obviously but i love the just, entire atmosphere around the whales in this universe, their place in the world and its foundational myths and religions and the economic exploitation, everything it symbolizes for THESE ancient, magical leviathans to be brutally killed en masse to be rendered down to oil and heretical charms. and it reminds me yet again, of the common fanon of pre-DH2 fandom, where the outsider was a whale, or something older than the whales who brought them forth into the world or merely has a particular fondness and affinity for them, and he was never a human in anything but false flesh, only worn to put the mortals who reach out to him at something like ease, or just acknowledge the limitations of these beings who can't fathom whale song. what i'm saying is, i'm really still annoyed they canonized the whole "teenaged sacrifice victim" origin for him instead of having more fun with the magical ancient whales stuff u_u

something i hadn't noticed until this replay is the voice acting is very flat? i think it's easy to tell it's a voice direction thing. like, wow, so many charactes just speak Very Flat, almost monotone at times. it does take me out of the dialogue, ngl. i think as a 17/18 year old i wasn't paying nearly as much attention to like, writing and acting as i do now, so its sticking out. havelock especially sticks out. also funny to realize just how many background NPCs are voiced by the same three or four VAs...

the heart mechanic is still one of the most fun and enjoyable game mechanic gimmicks that ties in SO perfectly with the narrative itself. it's also just so funny to imagine corvo following people around the hound's pit, like barely a foot away from their back, holding a freshly-beating heart in his hand and burning a hole into the other person's head with such an INTENSITY trying to wring every little observation out of the lump of metal-choked flesh he holds (while the heart tells him how god dang suicidal they are. oh lydia and cecelia)

i'm thinking of all the woobie corvo angst fics i ever read where the heart is basically an emotional support haunted organ and going wuwuwuwu while i replay

i think now, as a 30 year old gay man instead of a teen girl, i desire samuel carnally (more specifically desire to see him and corvo fuck each other senseless) even MORE STRONGLY

ok i gotta do homework today good night

#mine poste

[frost-queen]

I know you don't do that, I've never seen you do it. but regarding this request, it got me thinking and I really can't help myself. what name would you give to one Sister Bennett??? Like, she's older than Lydia, maybe you could just give me some options, I'm going crazy.

Sorry for being so direct, I don't own this request, but it's just a question coming from my genuine curiosity 🥹. I'm looking forward to your answer, kisses and I'm sorry ✋🤎🤎.

Oh wow a name for a Bennet sister... let me see Victorian approved names: Fanny, Minnie May, Cecelia, Adelaide, Constance, Ida, Rosemary, Morwenna, Briony... those are a few that came to mind. I hope at least one of them is of your liking ❤

[leonsepicwriting]

all my (at least semi-important) ocs! i have a spreadsheet of them but i need a list here for like. askgame reasons (sorted and colorcoded by story)

robin (she/they)

fabiàn (he/him)

giles (he/they)

naomi (she/her)

kitty (she/her)

wren (he/him)

lydia (she/her)

lani (they/she)

mack (they/xe)

celestine (she/her)

elisabeth (she/her)

mirele (they/she)

camellia (she/they/rose)

cynthia (she/her)

indra (he/him)

sunan (he/him)

zeppelin (he/she/zir/any neos)

cecelia (she/her)

max(well) (he/him)

connie (she/her)

linh (he/they)

nora (she/her)

sami (she/her)

sofronio (he/him)

audrey (she/her)

dakota (she/her)

axel (he/him)

eshe (she/ey)

kosuke (he/him)

callahan (he/him)

elm (they/them)

kiana (she/they)

august (he/him)

clementine (she/her)

sylvia (she/her)

cliff (he/him)

#ocs #oc stuff

[melanie-ohara]

I'll Be Your All For Now

Whumpuary2024, Day 27 - Prompt: Sleep Deprivation

Lord Pendleton is drunk, and Wallace Higgins takes it out on Cecelia

I hate Wallace. Fuck Wallace.

AO3 Here

It had been easier before young Lady Emily had arrived. Wallace had only ever insisted on Master Pendleton's room being perfectly cleaned and the bar neatly swept, and didn't mind if the other rooms gathered a little dust. The soon to be Empress changed all that. With her child's curiosity taking her all over the Hound Pits, Wallace insisted that every room as well as the courtyard and the street outside be spotless at all times. Of course, Wallace didn't muck in himself: he was a butler, which limited his responsibilities to bringing Lord Pendleton wine and listening to him rave drunkenly about his brothers. Cecelia knew he had to keep his fingernails clean or Pendleton would throw a tumbler at his head, but she wished he would at least pretend he felt bad about putting her and Lydia to work at all hours of the day.

The first time he made her work through the night, Lady Emily had tripped on a stone and skinned her knee. The girl had hopped back to her feet and carried on playing, but Wallace was insistent it not happen again, and he made Cecelia walk the yard all night with a lantern, collecting any stone that might do the young lady injury and tossing it in the Wrenhaven river. By the time she finished, the sun had risen over the water and, despite the beauty and tranquility of the river at dawn, she was already late to start preparing breakfast. After almost thirty-six hours, she collapsed into her bunk with her eyes aching to close. 

It didn't stop. Pendleton grew more and more belligerent the more he drank and the more assassinations he ordered, and Wallace took the brunt of his short temper. The day Pendleton bruised his face, he ordered Cecelia to sweep the building from top to bottom twice, which meant waiting for Lord Corvo to wake and leave for his nightly excursion to the city. Lydia was safe from his ire, of course - she had Havelock's favour, after helping him run the bar for so long. She even pretended not to know the Overseer Martin spent most nights in the Admiral's quarters, when she wasn't there herself. Wallace's ire grew stronger and his reasons for keeping Cecelia working at all hours became less and less convincing, until she finally decided he must just like doing it - he liked it when she could barely keep her eyes open, or fell asleep standing up and leaning on a broom in the cellar. Maybe it made him feel better to pass on Pendleton's ire. He had never liked being reminded that ultimately he was lower than the nobles he served, so he had decided to show Cecelia that she was lower than him. And because she was the bottom rung of the ladder, with nothing below her but the rats, there was nothing she could do about it except suffer.

After a week, Cecelia barely knew what she was doing any more. Her body moved mechanically - certainly stiffly enough to be some kind of Sokolov automaton - while her mind drifted. She barely even slept when she did make it to bed now, since Wallace could call on her at any time to clean the toilets or unblock a sink, or go down into the wine cellar and look for a bottle she'd never be able to find because she couldn't read the labels. She lost track of time, and Wallace chastised her for sweeping the same spot for an hour, or staring slackjawed at a wall while holding a cleaned glass. He never raised his voice, which she thought was strange, as Pendleton was always screaming. Wallace's cruelty was quiet. 

"Cecelia, isn't it?"

The voice that drifted to her through the haze was soft and polite. She'd heard Callista Curnow speak from time to time, around the grounds of the pub, but she mostly only talked to the nobility. As a governess, she was above the other servants, though technically her duties fell under Wallace's purview. She probably wasn't even aware of how tyrannical the butler had become.

"Yes miss," Cecelia said, standing up straight and going to put her hands behind her back politely, only to find she was holding a mop. "Oh," she said.

"Are you quite alright?" Callista asked, resting her hand on Cecelia's shoulder.

She managed a weak smile. "Yes miss," she said. Glancing around, she remembered that Wallace had sent her to mop the floor at the base of the stairs. As Callista nodded and took a step back, Cecelia went to dip the mop back in the water bucket. She knocked it over instead, and the brown water sloshed out over Callista's shiny black shoes. 

Callista gasped in shock as it splashed up her legs and hopped backwards out of the water's reach. Cecelia stared at it for a moment, and then broke.

"I'm so sorry!" she wailed, "Miss Callista, I'm such a clumsy fool, I didn't mean it!"

"No, no, it's quite alright," Callista said, but it was too late now. Wallace would have Cecelia start over the second he found out, and probably a whole list of other chores too that would keep her so busy she'd have to choose between a few minutes' fitful sleep or getting something to eat.

She let out a choked wail and fell to her knees in the dirty water, but still reached out for the bucket. Maybe if she could clean it up quickly, it wouldn't be so bad. Unless Callista told Wallace about her ruined shoes, of course. The governess was picking her way gingerly across the floor, trying to use only the tips of her shoes to step in the water as she came to Cecelia's side.

"Please don't tell Wallace," she managed to gasp out through heaving sobs. "I have to get it sorted out."

She was surprised when Callista kneeled in front of her and took her hands, pushing them firmly away from the toppled bucket and into Cecelia's lap. "I promise I won't," she said. "Now hush, it's only a spilled bucket."

"No, you don't understand!" Cecelia moaned, but Callista shook her head. 

"I understand you're upset, Cecelia," she said softly. 

She peered at her face, as if she was seeing her for the first time. Callista had three spotless and identical uniforms, which Lydia was in charge of washing. Cecelia only had the one jacket and trousers, and two threadbare shirts she had darned until there was almost nothing left of the original fabric. Where Callista's skin was smooth and clean, Cecelia's was pockmarked and filthy from a lifetime of small meals and endless work. And then there were her eyes. They were constantly bloodshot now, and ringed with circles so dark it looked like the makeup she had always wanted but never been able to afford. 

"You must be exhausted," she said. 

Cecelia shook her head and looked away from her eyes. "I'm fine, miss," she said. "I can still work."

Callista stood up suddenly, and held out her hand for Cecelia to take. "Not a chance. Come with me."

The only way to access Lady Emily's tower was through the Royal Protector's room, and Cecelia was terrified of tripping and waking him as Callista led her through by the wrist. She didn't dare look down as they walked over the bridge, which was built by Piero but still looked rickety and unstable, and she could scarcely stand it as Callista let go of her hand and left her to sway in the breeze while she opened the door to the child's room.

"Hello," Lady Emily said breezily as the two of them stepped inside. She was sitting on the floor with a doll and a tea set, but she stood up when they entered. "Oh, hello," she added, with a polite wave when she saw Cecelia, who curtsied. She wasn't sure how to do it, and the girl's giggle told her she had done it wrong.

"Go and play outside, Emily," Callista said, far more firmly than Cecelia expected from someone talking to an Empress, but the child seemed happy enough to take her doll and hurry out of the room. She was humming to herself as she skipped along the rickety bridge to her Protector's room. "Now," Callista said, turning to Cecelia again. "You need rest."

The adrenaline of standing outside so close to the unprotected edge of the building over a fall high enough to kill her twice over was waning now, and Cecelia had to admit the two beds in the room looked incredibly inviting. "I can't," she protested weakly. "Wallace would - "

"Wallace is not allowed in here," Callista reminded her. "Only Lydia. I'll tell him I've sent you on an errand. Emily always needs more pencils and drawing paper after all."

Cecelia wasn't sure what to say, but she felt tears of gratitude escape her eyes and she wiped at them with her sleeve before she started sobbing again.

"There, there," Callista said, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "Get some rest," she murmurred against the shell of Cecelia's ear. "I'll have a word with Wallace."

Cecelia shook her head but couldn't bring herself to argue when she could see the bed over Callista's shoulder. It looked the way food looked to the starving. When Callista pulled away from the hug she stumbled towards it with an eagerness that would be embarrassing if she wasn't so desperate to lay down her head. Callista waited with her until she had pulled the blankets closed and settled against the pillow with a sigh. She wanted to apologise to the governess for the state of her clothes and how she would have to change the bedclothes before she herself went to bed, but before she could get the words out of her mouth, the warmth of sleep had claimed her.

Callista smiled down at a curl of red hair spilling across Cecelia's forehead, and then turned and let her sleep.

#dishonored #fanfic #writing #cecelia #callista curnow #hound pits pub #sleep deprivation #whumpuary2024 #hurt/comfort #whumpuaryno14