#petunia and boo
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press your tulips to mine
steven grant x female!reader
wc: 4.6k
warnings: mutual pining, steven is a shy babygirl, marc playing wingman (but he's kinda terrible at it cause he's also falling in love), no jake (the crowd is booing), no khonshu, steven still works at the museum, post mk s1, no use of y/n
an: rewatched the whole of mk last night and needed to write about my dearest stevie :)) don't forget to repost to support your fav writers
summary: Steven's apartment has become overrun with more bouquets of flowers than any one man could ever find use for, but they would continue to pile up as long as the pretty girl at the flower shop continued to melt him with that syrupy smile each time he walked in.
Steven Grant had never given much thought to flowers.
Sure, he could offer a momentary appreciation for a flicker of yellow growing out the cracks in London sidewalks or maybe if he passed a house with a particularly impressive rose bush he could smile, but beyond that flowers remained mostly inconsequential.
Steven never had girlfriends in high school, or - to be frank - thereafter either.
He’d never had to pick out a bouquet, one that he would need to consider: does this match her eyes? will it match her dress? how does it smell?
In the face of discovering that he was unalone in the occupancy of his five foot nine frame and fighting in the name of an Egyptian moon-god, Steven had less time than ever to consider his frighteningly barren love life or the lack of interest in flowers on account of it.
Isn’t life funny? In the way that we look so far beyond ourselves for answers, when sometimes they’re just around the corner.
Specifically the corner one street over from the museum.
Steven had walked the path to work plenty of times. A designated route. In the days when he still worked at the gift shop, the same route now that he’d been bumped up to tour guide.
Until one otherwise unimportant morning when construction bound his usual way, forcing him a walk further around the block: adding another four minutes to his trip and a view of the quaint shops down Little Russel street.
He hadn’t been down there in months. His last venture had been in search of a pharmacy for sleeping tablets, when Khonshu was still a nightmare and Marc nothing more than a migraine.
Steven noticed first that the pharmacy no longer stood. In fact, the previously white brick face of it’s stand had been painted a lush lemonade-pink. The Petal Parlour.
Almost immediately, in just about the same breath, Steven’s eyes found a woman leaned over a broom and sweeping the edge of the shop step. She was humming, he could just make out a Stevie Wonder tune.
The morning light flickered off your hair as if off the face of a pond out in a beautiful garden. An elderly man passed your work, uttering a greeting, and you'd perked up with a melodic: "good morning Mr B!"
Steven's footfalls stalled down the sidewalk. A man crashed into his back, strewing the contents of his messenger bag around him. "Watch where you're going, asshole!" He'd seethed at him.
By the time Steven had looked up, you'd already retreated back into the shop. He could make out your outline through the stained glass front.
There hadn't been a day since that Steven had taken his normal, considerably shorter, route to work. He got up five minutes earlier each day, brushed his teeth, made a cup of tea and let the memory of you swim behind his eyes. He could hear Marc's sighs every time.
Most mornings you were inside. Steven would deflate when he rounded the block to an empty corner, but he refused to consider it a total loss because - more often than not - he could make out your figure beyond the window fiddling with petunias on a shelf or smiling at a customer.
Some mornings, when he found himself most lucky, you'd be outside the shop. Usually clipping stray leaves off the rows of bouquets that glimmered happily at the people passing down the street. When it rained, Steven was privy to the way your hair clung to your forehead and the smudge of black mascara beneath your eyes. In the sunlight your arms were exposed from under a pink work shirt and a soil-stained apron.
It went like that for nearly a month. Between Steven and Marc's alternating schedules, he learned to appreciate the slim sightings of you he could manage. Marc didn't make it any easier, mind you, with the way he would whine and complain into Steven's ear.
"Jesus, Steven, just go up to her and say hi!"
Once or twice, Marc had managed to gain control of Steven's legs: teetering him drunkenly in your direction.
The fright would rise quickly up in Steven's chest, steering his legs back in the direction he was walking. You'd looked up one of those times, meeting his eye and spilling out a soft laugh that dissolved into a syrupy smile, but he'd rushed off before you could say anything.
Steven's face stayed red that whole day. "See. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Marc jeered.
"That was mortifying." He muttered back.
The bus rocked beneath his feet and his palm was growing sweaty around the pole he was using to steady himself. Frost was creeping up at the edge of the window he was watching out of.
"Okay, so all you're going to do is go in there and ask for ... help with something." Marc clarified again, his voice echoing around Steven's head.
He'd been bugging Steven since he was brushing his teeth before bed the previous night, something about how "I can't handle any more of this, please Steven. Put me out of my misery."
"Help with what?" Steven whispered. A woman looked up at him from her seat. He smiled shyly, turning away from her.
"I don't know ... tell her you're looking to buy some roses. Tell her it's someone's birthday."
Steven nodded slowly to himself. "Okay ... okay."
Marc had worked hard over the last twelve hours at convincing him. The endeavour was initially futile, but after Marc threatened to go in there and ask her out himself with a - frankly insulting - cockney accent, Steven was left with limited options.
He rounded the corner with wobbly legs and The Petal Parlour loomed in the distance. A bunch of sunflowers taunted him with swaying faces.
It drew ever closer and Steven's heart was beating loudly in his throat. The pink brick was crossing his vision now, his footsteps growing heavier, faster, past the floral print on the window--
"Steven don't even think about it--"
Against Steven's will, his legs knotted around each other: collapsing his body in the direction of the white painted door. It crashed open and Marc, more than Steven, caught his body before it hit the tiled floor inside the shop.
"Oh my god, are you alright?"
The shop was cramped now that he'd gotten his first glimpse inside and the three people crowding the space had their eyes on him.
As if appearing from a mirage, you pressed past the people towards him. He nodded frantically, the scalding touch of embarrassment burned his cheeks. "Yeah, yeah ... I'm fine."
Your earrings jingled from where your head was tilted to inspect him. Ringed fingers pressed down over your soil-covered apron. "Okay then, if you're sure."
Your concerned brow dissolved slowly and that syrupy smile he'd seen pointed in other's directions was suddenly overwhelming him with it's warmth. "Well then, can I help you find anything? Are you looking for some arrangement in particular?"
Steven nodded dumbly, he was fidgeting with the edge of his coat. "Yeah ... I'm looking for, uhm..."
"Birthday!" Marc called from somewhere deep in his mind.
"Birthday!" Steven spluttered loudly. There followed a quiet moment of confusion dripping between you and him.
"Jesus, Steven."
Your giggles crumbled into the space before Steven had the ability to conjure more words.
"I-- I'm sorry, I'm being rude ..." Laugher spilt between your words and your cheeks were turning a soft pink, "you want something for a birthday?"
An embarrassed smile had reached up into the corners of Steven's mouth. He liked the tinkle of your laughter, half convinced he could get drunk off the sound. A molecule of pride floated in his chest knowing that he was responsible for it.
"Uh, yes. Sorry, yes." Steven nodded, fidgeting with the bag strap over his shoulder. "Someone's birthday."
"Well, we just gotten some new arrangements in this morning ..." You turned on him, steering across the little shop to a orange, yellow and pink stacked shelf. He followed you tentatively, trying to pretend that he didn't smell perfume where you moved past him. Pretend that it wasn't making his knees buckle.
"They're pretty." He said quietly. You smiled again. You're pretty, he thought.
"Focus!" Marc's sharp voice sliced through his thoughts.
"Who's birthday is it?"
Steven's tongue lodged back into his airways. "Uhm--"
"Oh shit ... uh, say--!"
"My girlfriend's."
"Not girlfriend, you idiot!"
"Oh, alright--" Your hands fidgeted with your necklace, eyes wide.
"My sister." Steven interrupted you again, the argument in his brain between his thoughts and Marc’s voice was rattling his resolve. "I ... not my girlfriend, I don't have ... I don't have a girlfriend."
"You don't have a sister either." Marc quipped.
Steven ignored him. You were watching him with another smile flirting at your lips. "Okay, well, do you know what kind of flowers she likes? Or have an idea of what you want?"
Steven shrugged, head wobbling into a shake. "Uh no ... what kind do you like?"
You seemed taken back by his question. "Oh. Well, I like the tulips. The yellow ones, especially, but they're tough to find around here ... they have tons in Netherlands and Turkey, which not many people know because everyone thinks of them--"
Steven was sure you could see the little birds floating around his head, and how his pupils turned to tiny black hearts: maybe that's why you stopped.
You blushed a velvety red.
"I'm sorry ..." you turned back, hiding your warm face to wave your hand over the shelf of stacked bouquets. "We have some orchids and some irises if you think she might like them?"
"Yes." Steven nodded, hands folding over each other. His eyes were trailing the outline of your profile, savouring the closeness he'd finally been granted. "Those ... they're beautiful. She'll like them."
Your eyes twinkled where you nodded and it made his stomach churn. "Great."
He lingered patiently by the register while you wrapped the flowers with careful hands.
"Say," your gaze flickered up between him and the brown paper. "Do you work around here? I'm sure I've seen you passing in the morning sometimes."
Steven's breath tripped in his throat. She noticed me?
"Yes, now answer her." Marc's voice rung again.
"I-- yeah, I work by the museum actually." His voice stumbled nervously from the back of his throat.
"Oh really? That's so cool!" Your voice lilted with a pitch of interest. "I really like their exhibit on the liberation of India from English colonial regimes. I've only been once or twice though."
Chest buzzing delightfully, Steven nodded. He knew the one you were referencing, it was a couple corridors down from the Egyptian exhibits.
"Well, you should definitely come see the Ancient Egyptian section. The exhibit is huge and we have hundred year old pieces, sarcophaguses and vases and slabs of cave walls with carved hieroglyphics. I work there and it's really the most fascinating--"
"Let her respond, Steven."
But you seemed content to allow him to continue his splurge, your eyes warm and gentle where it caressed over Steven's face. He stopped talking, winding off embarrassed.
"So, uh, yeah."
"You've made a very good case. Maybe I will come visit." You nodded, fingers stroking absently at the edge of the counter. "If you promise me a tour?"
Warm blood rose up from his chest and pooled in his cheeks. "Of course. Anytime."
You handed him the flowers over the stretch of counter. "I never caught your name?"
"Steven." He said quickly, dejection gathering in his throat at the fact that your interaction was nearing a close. "G-Grant. Steven Grant."
You nodded. "Nice name. It's very James Bond."
"Thanks."
"Ask her name!" Marc poked at the back of his brain.
"Uh-- and you are?"
"Oh!" your eyes fell down to your chest where the corner of your stained apron was obscuring the sharpened edge of your name-tag. You shifted it for him to see.
Steven's eyes followed over the letters, he tried your name out on his tongue. It tasted sweeter than he thought a name ever could, rolling off his lips like a song or a bird whistling on a summer evening.
"It's ... it's a beautiful name."
You blushed, eyes moving back to the keyboard for momentary solace before paralysing him with your warm gaze again. "Thank you. I guess I'll see you 'round Stevie."
His mind whirred with how casually the little nickname slipped from you. "Yeah, yeah you will ..."
Leaving the store, Marc called from between the sludge of Steven's muddy mind.
"Good job, Stevie."
-
Steven was consumed by the interaction the whole rest of the day and when then next morning loomed overhead, he could hardly believe his luck when you were pinching together some lilacs out on the front step where he passed.
Half convinced by the nauseating twist in his stomach to just march quietly past, the decision was made for him when you glanced up from the flowers and offered him a friendly wave: “good morning, Stevie!”
His brain dissolved into a warm, gloopy mess. “… Morning.”
-
In the coming weeks, Steven’s apartment had become a botanical garden of epic proportions.
Vases and cups and pots, and whatever he could fit a flower into, lined his kitchen counters and his shelves and his bathroom sink with every possible kind of flower that The Petal Parlour had to offer.
Marc grumbled most days, in search of a coffee mug or apartment keys between what he described the “Amazon jungle in here.”
But Steven paid him little mind. It was a harmless jab and Steven noticed in the reflection of the shop’s stained glass window how Marc watched you too, eyes glazed with a soft affection. He mentioned nothing of it to Marc.
Steven had begun frequenting the shop when he could, on mornings he got up early enough or afternoons when the day’s work brought soil stains across your ruddy, tired cheeks.
He’d bought flowers for every possible celebration to be had in London, seemingly nabbing an invite to each one. Bat mitzvahs, birthdays, weddings, farewells, funerals: he’d bought bouquets for one of each kind.
Each visit would play out similarly. He’d step into the shop, maybe once a week or every other week - with Marc muttering somewhere in his mind, we’re hardly gonna be able afford groceries at this rate - and you’d beam at him from behind the counter or from beneath a brightly coloured shelf.
“What’s up, Stevie?”
The nickname made him shiver every time.
“Let me guess … Christmas in July?” You’d tease.
When he’d find you behind the counter, that was his favourite, because you’d lean lazily over it. It blessed him with the view down the slope of your nose, the smell of your fading perfume, the jingle of your clinking earrings.
“Baby shower.” It comes out almost as a question, curling upward at the end.
You’d giggle softly. “Right. Boy or girl?”
It had been long enough that Steven could just about draw out your work schedule.
Fridays you didn’t work, Sundays and Tuesdays you only clocked in the afternoon. He tracked it with the little greetings he got, or didn’t get, as he passed on the way to or from the museum.
“You know,” Marc was fronting an early morning in August, subjecting Steven to a cup of coffee. He hated the stale taste it left in his mouth. “We’re quickly approaching, if not already long surpassed, the point where you need to actually ask her on a date. You know that right?”
Steven remained quiet in the depths of Marc’s mind.
He stayed like that until Marc had cleaned out the mug and stuck a wet toothbrush into his mouth.
“Can I please just get ready for work now?” Steven muttered after nearly twenty minutes of silence.
Marc huffed, letting his eyes roll back and the toothbrush dangle from his lips.
Steven shook out his shoulders, Marc was always so tense. “Thank you.”
It was only when he’d passed the flower shop that he remembered that it was Friday. A group of school kids were expected at the museum around nine that morning.
He was almost grateful for your absence, it allowed him to wallow in Marc’s words for at least one more day. He should ask you out, god does he want to.
The day passed like most of them do.
The school children were rowdy and mostly impartial to the magnificent feats of Ancient Egyptian architecture, but he took another tour around two o’ clock with three couples and a family who were significantly, thankfully, more engaging.
Steven had just wrapped up the hour, on the tail end of explaining how do we know what hieroglyphics mean? to the man who’d asked, when a flitter of shifting fabric floated past the back of his head.
Emerging like a bottle-green wet dream, Steven's gaze found you drifting under the arch between rooms. Your eyes alight in searching, they caressed momentarily over each framed painting and encased ornate vase.
He'd never seen you in anything more than your tight pink work shirt, which - don't get it mistaken - did enough damage to his psyche on it's own, but he immediately knew he'd never recover from the little green dress that clung to your frame.
A square neckline reached past clinking necklaces, long sleeves brushed along your palm - a job Steven desperately wished was his own - and a ruffled edge that teased an upper expanse of thigh which he'd never before been gifted a view of ... and if you shifted just a little, bent just slightly over--
"Hey, thanks a lot. The tour was great."
The middle aged man's face reappeared into Steven's view: dirtied spectacles pressing down the edge of his sweating red nose.
Steven stuttered, eyes flickering between the man's face and your figure in the distance. "Y-Yeah, of course ... anytime, mate."
Your eyes found him, waving a hand.
Uninterested in letting the American tourists keep him from you any longer, Steven slipped past them towards your nearing frame.
"Stevie, hey." You beamed up at his face, hands playing with the strap of your bag: clearly unsure. "You-- well, it was my day off and I thought maybe I could take you up on that tour, but I just saw the board and it says you'd already finished your last one--"
"Hey, hey," Steven shook his head. "No, I'm ... I'm glad you came. I can take you if you'd still like, I'd love to show you around? It will be like a private tour."
He swore he could dissolve under the shine of the smile you gave him. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Oh—“ you started digging into the bag draped down over your shoulder. “That reminds me …”
Your hand emerged with a single white flower. It’s petals were wide with a barely there yellow dot in the centre.
“I thought it would match the jacket you always wear.” A hand reached out, tugging gently on the corner pocket of his grey trench coat and slipping the flower in so it stuck half out happily. “It’s a white daffodil. Nicked it last night before I closed up.”
Steven’s chest was clenching up with a tightness that felt like his last remaining decisions in this life were to either immediately faint, or kiss you until the oxygen deprivation lead him to faint anyways.
“I—“ His fingers caressed gently at the edge of it’s petal. “Thank you.”
“Give her a compliment, Steven.” Marc’s voice startled him. He was a rare presence when Steven was at work.
The idea prodded at Steven that maybe it was the sound of your voice that had drawn him out.
“You … you look beautiful, by the way.” Steven pressed out, “the dress, it’s — it’s very nice.”
With nervous hands at the edge of the skirt, your looked quickly between the dress and Steven's face. "Ugh, this old thing. Just thought it would be a good idea to get out of my work uniform for a bit."
"I agree ... a great idea." He nodded, "You wanna ... get started?"
"Of course."
Steven lead you over the same route that he walked three times a day, four times on weekends, but somehow still felt itchy between the rooms. He figured it had to do with you gaze pressing curiously over his face, it made his neck hot and he prayed you couldn't see it.
When he spoke, you leaned close into his frame: eyes flickering between his trembling lips and the artefacts he was describing.
"That's so cool ..." you'd whisper to yourself at different points, sometimes a "that's crazy" or a "that's kinda gross", and Steven was drinking in your reactions like a man parched.
The tour closed off at the spot it usually does, with the replica of the Rosetta's Stone near the West Exit. By then, the sun had already sunk behind the backdrop of summer London and Steven's nerves were downright shot.
Your perfume was sending him on a chemical high and he's sure Marc heard every one of his desperate thoughts about the way your fingers tightened around his arm when they'd bump past other visitors moving room to room.
With the dress swaying merrily at your sides, you recounted points of the tour with animated hands flying ahead of you.
"And the way they managed to get those tombs so far underground? Not to even mention the complex tunnelling systems, how much work that would actually take to figure out--"
The tiny birds had returned to flying in circles over Steven's head, Isn't She Lovely was playing absently from somewhere in the depths of his mind.
Your excited hands came to find your sides and you huffed yourself into silence.
Following beside him, Steven lead you two out under the arched gates towards the steps of the museum. The moon twinkled between streetlights, and Steven avoided its gaze. Like he could feel Khonshu’s presence over his shoulder.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He smiled at you, a smile that just about suffocated him.
“Enjoyed it?” You laughed. “It was amazing, I mean, you were amazing.”
He laughed softly too, but didn’t respond.
The silence was beginning to turn stale.
“Now is as good a time as it’s gonna get.” Marc pestered.
“Well I should—“ you pointed obviously over your shoulder, before finding the face of your wrist watch. “My bus will be leaving soon.”
Steven nodded. “Yeah … yeah of course. I had fun, you should come by more often.”
“It was … it was very sweet. Taking me on the tour when you probably had better things to do.” Your hand curled over his forearm again, “You’re very sweet, Steven.”
“And you’re very beautiful.”
The words found the air between them before Steven even knew what he’d said.
Your lips parted slightly in surprise, cheeks brushed with a warm pink: “I— thank you, Stevie.”
Steven nodded, not looking at you and suffocating on his own embarrassment. “I’m gonna— need to go finish up inside.”
An unmistakably wounded look passed over your face. It dissolved as quickly as it had appeared.
“Sure.” It was curt. “I’ll see you round the shop.”
“Steven, if you do not stop her so help me God—“
A flurry of hot and cold feelings were chasing up and down his chest: he watched your figure turn and worked to do the same.
The outline of the museum had barely returned to his frame of vision when the cold hand of his subconscious reached out and dragged him down into it’s icy black depths: now watching the view of his eyes as if from a foggy tape recorder.
Marc stiffened his shoulders, turning to where you were bounding down the steps of the museum, heels clicking on each jump.
He chased down after you, skipping two steps at a time.
“Marc, don’t! You’re gonna scare her!” Steven was shouting now, rattling his already shaky consciousness.
He called your name where you’d just reached the sidewalk. You turned up to meet his face.
In barely fractions of a moment, Marc was able to find some sympathy for dear Steven.
Now that he was faced with you himself, as opposed to the blurry lens he’d been cursed to only peer through before, he wondered how Steven ever conjured up the courage to say more than three words to you.
“Steven?”
The light of the street-lamp was flickering in little circles off your eyes in the dim street and Marc was half convinced to abandon Steven in the darkness.
He didn’t.
Rather, he slipped back down into the shadows where he felt Steven surpass him again.
Your brow bent deeper in confusion, “Are you alright?”
If he had time, Steven might have taken a moment to huff at Marc for not even bothering to turn away when he forced himself back to the front, spared you from the sight of his eyes rolling back in their head. But no, you probably thought he was possessed.
“I, yes, that doesn’t matter—“
He could feel ice cold adrenaline pumping down from his brain. Like he did in the seconds before a fight, when the suit would crawl up over his skin.
“Your eyes,” your hand came close up to his face, hesitant enough to just float in its orbit. “They rolled—“
“Will you go on a date with me?”
You blinked up at him. Once, twice.
The silence was reaching far past the limits that it did in all the romance movies Steven had seen and his palms were growing itchy with the passing seconds.
“When?”
Steven’s head was reeling. He hadn’t thought that far, but why quit while he’s ahead?
“Now. Right now, tonight.”
The surprise was fading from your face, replaced with eyes that were glowing around the corners and a smile that made his heart skip every second beat.
“Don’t you have work?”
“You haven’t answered my question yet.”
“If you promise to still come visit the shop ... I would love to go on a date with you, Stevie. Right now.”
Warmth was flooding back into Steven’s hands. “I’ll set up a tent outside on the sidewalk …” he breathed, “you won’t be able to get rid of me.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Steven nodded. Almost tripping on the step up behind him, “I’m going to tell them that I’m leaving. Just wait right here …“
He’d already moved up two steps, legs buzzing with untamed exhilaration.
“Steven, hold on just one sec—“ when he turned, you’d surpassed the small steps separating you.
He’d barely a chance to turn all the way back around when your index finger hooked between his neck and the collar of his shirt and your lips were on his.
They were warm and soft and Steven had no idea what he was doing.
With his experience being limited to the pool of:
A. The girl he’d pecked in first grade on the swings in the playground.
B. A drunken make-out at a college party for a college he didn’t even attend and,
C. His (mostly Marc’s) ex-wife,
It was nothing short of a miracle when his hand came up to find the side of your neck. When he pulled your waist flush against his.
“Atta’ boy.” He ignored Marc.
You pulled back, Steven was pleased to notice your reddened, wet lips.
“Sorry,” you whispered close against him, voice half-drowned out by the rumbling of taxis in the street and people passing by. “Been itching to do that for a while.”
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NEVERLY EVER AFTER…
Summary
Lily wants to go to Prince James' ball but has no means of getting there, plus no interest in meeting a pompous git.
Remus has less than zero interest in going to the ball, but it looks like he's going to have to go anyway, despite being a beast.
Prince Sirius has just escaped his step-father's latest assassination attempt. Great. All good.
And Prince James knows he's going to have to turn up to his own ball, and pretend everything is tikety-boo, despite the fact that a curse is due to hit him tonight and send his off to sleep for a hundred years.
All's well then, isn't it??
For the @jilychallenge March 2024 Theme: Fairy Tales
Tales: Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Aladdin.
Quote: "As you are so clever, you shall sit with me" from Grimm
Fae creature: Unicorn
Partner: @practicecourts (thank you to my partner 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 for organising this lovely March Jilychallenge 2024 fairytale idea!)
A little gift for @mabelexclamationpoint and @theresthesnitch who love Jily and Wolfstar 🥰
Chapter One: Tickety-Boo
Lily Evans didn’t want to go to the ball to marry some spoilt, conceited, pompous git who probably seriously needed to deflate his head. She wanted to go because she had never been to a ball.
She wanted to see all the spectacular ballgowns; the raffish, over-the-top waistcoats and petticoats; the glamorous high heels on the men, and the ornate powdered wigs and strange makeup; she had heard there was at least one break for food as an energy boost between dances – that they served new things called canapés - savoury biscuits filled with meats or cheeses or caviar or salmon. She craved delicious food.
And perhaps a drink of strong, sweet wine (which she wasn’t supposed to have, ever, but she occasionally managed to steal a glug from one of the bottles her step-sister Petunia jealously guarded).
Mostly, she longed to listen to the enthralling music - an entire orchestra! - and to dance, to sweep across the floor, feeling magical and wild, untethered. Her father had taught her to dance, and she had never forgotten.
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updated list (up to 5 pages now!)
1913 - Krazy Kat
1914 - Gertie Dino
1918 - Koko the clown
1919 - Felix the cat
1919 - Olive Oyl
1922 - Julius the cat
1925 - Pete
1926 - Winnie the Pooh
1927 - Oswald the lucky rabbit
1927 - Ortensia cat
1928 - Clarabelle cow
1928 - mickey mouse
1928 - minnie mouse
1929 - horace horsecollar
1929 - Bosko talks Ink kid
1929 - popeye the sailor man
1930 - pluto
1930- bimbo
1930 - betty boop
1932 - goofy goof
1932 - Bluto
1933- Buddy (looney tunes)
1934 - donald duck
1935 - porky pig
1935 - little kitty
1935 - oliver owl
1935 - ham & ex
1935 - beans the cat
1936 - owl Jolson
1937 - Petunia pig
1937 - gabby goat
1937 - Daffy duck
1937 - egghead
1937 - elmer fudd
1937 - della duck
1937 - HDL
1939 - Casper
1939 - Sniffles
1939 - Barney Bear
1940 - Tom & Jerry
1940 - daisy duck
1940 - bugs bunny
1940 - woody woodpecker
1941 - Butch (alley cat)
1941 - Toodles (tom’s love interest)
1941 - Fauntleroy fox
1941 - Crawford crow
1942 - Spike the dog
1942 - Tuffy/Nibbles
1942 - Beaky buzzard
1942 Mama buzzard
1942 - Henery hawk
1942 - wolf (blitz wolf)
1942 - jose carioca
1942 - tweety bird
1943 - meathead (tom n jerry)
1943 - droopy
1943 - Chip and Dale
1943 - red (red hot riding hood)
1943 - topsy (tom n jerry)
1944 - screwy squirrel (mgm)
1944 - Panchito pistoles
1945 - Sylvester cat
1945 - Pepe le Pew
1945 - yosemite sam
1946 - gossamer
1946 - foghorn leghorn
1946 - george (henpecked hoboes)
1946 - junior (henpecked hoboes)
1947 - goofy gophers (Mac and Tash)
1947 - scrooge mcduck
1948 - gladstone gander
1948 - hippety hopper
1948 - Marvin the Martian
1948 - Lightning (tom and jerry)
1949 - butch (tex avery)
1949 - wile e Coyote
1949 - road runner
1949 - tyke the pup
1949 - playboy penguin
1949 - penelope pussycat
1950 - little quaker (tom n jerry)
1950 - granny
1950 - Sylvester Jr
1950 - snoopy
1951 - clyde bunny
1952 - gyro gearloose
1953 - sam sheepdog
1953 - ralph wolf
1953 - southern wolf (tex avery)
1954 - Goldie o-gilt
1954 - Taz
1954 - witch hazel
1954 - speedy Gonzales
1955 - Michigan J. Frog
1956 - flintheart glomgold
1957 - grinch
1958 - huckleberry hound
1958 - yogi bear
1958 - boo boo
1959 - quickdraw McGraw (Latino)
1959 - snugglepuss (gay)
1961 - Ludwig von drake
1961 - magica de spell
1964 - fethry duck
1967 - woodstock (peanuts)
1978 - Garfield
1981 - Mario
1981 - donkey kong
1981 - Pauline
1983 - Luigi
1985 - princess peach
1985 - bowser
1987 - webby
1987 - Beakley
1987 - launchpad
1987 - Duckworth
1988 - Roger Rabbit
1988 - Jesscia Rabbit
1988 - Benny the cab
1989 - Fenton
1990 - babs
1990 - buster
1990 - plucky
1990 - hamton
1991 - sonic the Hedgehog
1991 - doctor Eggman
1991 - drake mallard/darkwing wingduck
1992 - tails
1993 - Amy rose
1993 - yakko warner
1993 - wakko warner
1993 - dot warner
1994 - knuckles
1996 - lola bunny
1999 - spongebob
2001 - shadow
2001- Shrek
2001 - donkey
2001- princess fiona
2001 - gingerbread man
2001 - Pinocchio
2004 - puss in boots
2007 - Shaun the sheep
2007 - Bitzer
2011 - kitty softpaws
2011 - Humpty Dumpty
2011 - tina russo
2011 - (dhmis) Red guy, yellow guy and duck
2017 - Lena de spell
2017 - mark beaks
2022 - perrito
2022 - death
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The Celestials’ Guardian Character List (MASTERPOST)
Alright, I’m cracking and I’m gonna make those profiles! Hopefully this will motivate me to finally finish the profiles for both the Einherjar series and the Attero Dominatus series, haha ^^
Now the character list for this is kinda similar to The Einherjar Files in that this is numbered in order of appearance in the story proper. And since this story is gonna be somewhat similar to BT Redux, it’s gonna be broken down into seasons—although this won’t be quite as long as BT Redux! And due to the flow of ideas, a lot more universes are showing up here. Looney Tunes was a given due to Warmonger’s appearance, but I’ve also decided to add Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Disney and even classic characters such as Popeye, Felix the Cat, Betty Boop and (possibly) Woody Woodpecker. Why? Because I wanted to. XD
Now these universes and a few of their elements (ie. The adventures of Scrooge and his family, the Martians’ conquering of the solar system from Duck Dodgers, and even the legend of the Sea Hag) will be present through the first few arcs. The characters will make their proper debut later down the line!
I’m still working on the technical aspects of the story which will show up in a separate post, but yes, I did rename this story from The Cerulean Avenger to The Celestials’ Guardian since while Huck is one of the main characters, I’ve always intended for Droopy to be the center character. And it sounds kinda cool ^^
If I reblog this, it means that A. I've linked the character's art/profile to this page, and B. I've added more characters/info. Just a heads up.
Oh, and for the asterisk (*), it means the character is deceased during the story itself.
In chronological order of appearance:
Droop-a-Long Coyote — Guardian
Betty Coyote
Diane Steelclaw
Huckleberry Hound — Avenger I
Snagglepuss
Ricochet Rabbit — Reaper
Lippy the Lion
Hardy Har Har — Empath
Touché Turtle — Kingslayer
Dum-Dum Dugan — Emperor
Edith Lièvre
Catalina Gutierrez
Drag-a-Long Coyote
Serena Falconeri — Phantom
Denise Falconeri
Alfonso Falconeri, Jr.
Rachel Rabbit
Super Snooper
Blabbermouse
Peter Potamus
So-So
Yippee
Yappee
Yahooey
Dick Dastardly
Muttley
Secret Squirrel
Morocco
Roxanne Falconeri-Rabbit — Liberator I
Salvador Barnes — Savior
Dirk Dugan — The False Ruler
Tabitha Turtle
Hokey Wolf — Instigator
Kalina — Avenger II
Mireya Edwards-Rabbit
Rose Rabbit *
Yogi Bear — Titan (placeholder)
Marvin the Martian
Queen Tyr’ahnee
Porky Pig
Petunia Pig
Boo-Boo Bear
Ranger Smith
Cindy Bear
Daffy Duck — Nightmare
Bugs Bunny — Warmonger
Jessica Rabbit
Roger Rabbit
Lola Bunny — Liberator II
Wile E. Coyote
Foghorn Leghorn
Yosemite Sam
Henery Hawk
Cecil Turtle — Usurper
Oswald the Lucky Rabbit
Mickey Mouse — Magician II
Donald Duck — Magician III
Scrooge McDuck
Della Duck
Huey Duck
Dewey Duck
Louie Duck
Yen Sid — Magician I*
Popeye — Braveheart (working title?)
Bluto
Olive Oyl
The Sea Hag*
Felix the Cat — Originator
#hanna-barbera#looney tunes#Disney#Popeye the Sailor#who framed roger rabbit#duck dodgers#fanfic: the celestials’ guardian#mega crossover#character list#master post#felix the cat
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Flufftober Day 3
Prompt: Injury
Pairing: Earocorn(Larry)/Bronwen(Petunia) (Humanized!Lord of the Beans)
“I’m usually not this clumsy.”
Earocorn, was, of course, often even clumsier. But as the elf gently assessed and treated the wound, he didn’t want her to know that.
“Although I usually wouldn’t call this lucky,” she teased. “Luckily for you, I am this clumsy. So I’ve gotten pretty good at fixing my own boo boos.”
Earocorn knew this about Bronwen already. She’d joined the fellowship on their current adventure as she had been working with Jerry in his cookie venture - baking to deliver to Sporks far and wide. She didn’t quite fit in with the other elves - it seemed everything she touched turned to disaster. Still, Jerry considered her a good friend, and the more time Earocorn spent with her, the more he wished she could be more than just a friend to him.
He wrote poem after poem, sonnet after sonnet, all composed with the same muse in mind. The same elf with ginger hair and eyes that sparkles liked emeralds, who was the gentlest, sweetest, kindest soul he ever had the pleasure of meeting.
“Well then,” he held back giggles, not wanting to kill the vibe of his not-so-good flirting “I’m lucky you’re here.”
A bashful smile crossed Bronwen’s lips as she mused “Most of Center Earth doesn’t feel that way. I’m a walking disaster. They prefer if I steer clear.”
“Then they’re missing out. You’re wonderful company.” He smiled.
With a soft laugh, she warned “you might change your mind when I start cleaning that wound. I can’t promise it won’t hurt.”
“It hurts anyway.” He reminded her. “that’s not your fault.”
It was, he supposed, in a way, her fault. But really his. He’d been swinging his sword around, trying to catch her eye, to impress her, when he fumbled with his grip, grazing his arm with his own blade. He wouldn’t have been doing that if she wasn’t accompanying them.
Bronwen continued to soak a cloth in a bath of water and healing herbs, but gently wrung it out, cautioning “this will probably sting.”
Earocorn put on a brave face, but it was quickly negated by the hissing sound and wince. “Yep! It stings!”
“I’m sorry,” Bronwen muttered “it’s going to have to stay on like this for a few minutes. Maybe you could come up with another poem? Help to distract yourself?”
“You really like hearing those, don’t you?” He couldn’t help but grin.
“She’s lucky, this maiden, to have someone who thinks so highly of her.” Bronwen smiled, eyes cast downwards. “She must miss you when you’re away like this.”
“Well,” Earocorn felt the blood rush to his cheeks, a level of flustered he wasn’t really sure he had felt before. “She doesn’t…exactly…have me. Or know they’re even about her.”
Bronwen’s hands busied with preparing a fresh cloth to tie around the wound. “Why haven’t you told her? She’d be thrilled, I’m sure. Anyone would be to have such a brave, kind, handsome suitor.”
“You think I’m handsome?” He smirked, despite knowing she was too busy fixing his arm to see the teasing grin.
“You are.” She smiled. “I’m sure that maiden you pine over agrees.”
“Well if you think I’m handsome,” he spoke pointedly “she definitely does.”
“So why haven’t you told her?” Bronwen asked as she tied the fresh dry cloth over his wound to bandage it.
Earocorn watched her work for a moment, holding in a lovestruck sigh, before admitting “I’m kinda trying to tell her right now. But I don’t think she’s getting the hint.”
“Oh?” Bronwen brought her eyes back up to his, but let her hands on his biceps “How so? Have you been sending her the poems and she hasn’t responded? That may just be because we’re moving around so much…”
“Nope.” He smiled, letting his good arm reach up, resting gently on the elf’s waist. “Right now. Face to face.”
Immediately, he could see her cheeks flush as she murmured “Don’t joke about that. I’m being serious.”
“I’m not joking.” He spoke with a calm seriousness. “The poems…they’re all about you, Bronwen. About the soft green of your eyes like freshly fallen dew on spring grass, how the nights you stay up with me to watch the fire are far more wonderful than anything I could have dreamed…”
“How much blood did you lose?” She giggled. “These aren’t your best metaphors.”
“Oh no!” Earocorn fake gasped. “I guess I’ll just have to sit here until I come back to my senses…finally alone with my muse who knows how much she means to me as my only means of entertainment…whatever shall I do?”
“I’m still not sure I’m really this maiden you’ve been so passionate about,” Bronwen teased “what with how you still haven’t come up with a new poem way back when I asked when your arm was still bleeding…”
“Seems to me like someone just wants more poems written about her.” He laughed, but brought his face closer to hers in the process, gently rubbing his nose against hers.
“I loved them before I knew they were about me.” She reminded him, giggling. “Imagine how much I’ll love them now.”
#flufftober#veggietales#veggie tales#petunia rhubarb#larry the cucumber#otp: more beautiful#lord of the beans#earocorn#bronwen
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Termite Terrace Club - November 18th
1939 - Fagin’s Freshman / Porky the Giant Killer - Dir. Ben Hardaway and Cal Dalton
1950 - Bushy Hare - Dir. Robert McKimson
1967 - Merlin the Magic Mouse - Dir. Alex Lovy
TV
1991 - Tiny Toon Adventures Season 2: "Buster and Babs Go Hawaiian"
1993 - Animaniacs Season 1: "Useless Facts" / "The Senses Song" / "The World Can Wait" / "Kiki's Kitten"
1995 - Animaniacs Season 3: "The Sound of Warners" / "Yabba Dabba Boo"
1995 - The Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries Season 1: "A Ticket to Crime"
2002 - Baby Looney Tunes Season 1: "A Pastime for Petunia" / "Pouting Match". Plus the song, "Looney Tunes Zoo".
2006 - Loonatics Unleashed Season 2: “Cape Duck”.
Note: Sagittarius Stomper is inspired by the Shropshire Slasher from “Deduce, You Say”.
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600 flowers for hu tao
wahhh hello!! thank you so much for 600 boo taos ;A; you all have been supporting my writing for over a year now and i’m so glad that you continue to do so even when i take my writing breaks :’))) so, without further ado i present the 600 flowers for hu tao event!!
info:
for this, i invite any writer who sees this to come and join this writing event :) in this event, i won’t be taking requests but rather i will (hopefully) have other writers participate in writing some small blurbs that relate to a prompt chosen from the list below. i encourage any writer no matter how big or how small to join this writing event!! i’m not going to enforce any hard deadlines but it would be nice to have the fics done by the end of the year just to give all of the writers a good amount of time for writing.
you can feel free to write headcannons, blurbs/drabbles, or fics. there is no minimum nor maximum word count for your work :). i will limit each writer to 3 prompts that they can chose to write about and they can either combine prompts or write separate works for each of their chosen prompts. each prompt will have one writer so be sure to claim the ones that you want before they’re gone!! if you have any questions, just send me an ask :D
rules:
1. please make sure that your writing complies with my writing rules because i will be reblogging any written works that are for this event
2. i ask that there is at least one female genshin character if you decide to do headcannons that relate to the prompt. as for fics, they have to be with a female genshin character.
3. before writing anything, send me an ask with the prompts that you are claiming so that i can put them on the list
4. be sure to tag your work as “600 flowers for hu tao” and/or tag this account so that i can read and reblog your lovely work!!
(prompt list below the cut!!)
the prompt list (creds):
Acacia - a hidden relationship
Alstroemeria - going to an event that the other person in interested in just to see them happy (@beidouswif3y )
Ambrosia - a successful love confession (@covenantofthedeep)
Arbutus - a realization that you are my one and only (@heademptynoideas )
Baby’s Breath - a wholesome moment
Bell Flower - a consideration of everything you have done for them
Birds Of Paradise - giving a gift to the other person that they’ve always wanted
Black Dahlia - a lie
Chrysanthemums - a vow or promise
Clovenlip Toadflax - love unrequited (@genshinlover101 )
Cyclamen - the final resignation after a breakup
Daffodil - a wrong doing forgiven
Dandelion - finally hearing the other person laugh after a period of hardship
Daisies - a game of ‘they love me, they love me not’
Dianthus Barbatus - trying to make a loved one smile by any means necessary (@genshingorls )
Forget-Me-Not - a heartfelt goodbye
Freesia - telling a secret of which they’ve told no one else
Fungus - loneliness that causes the search for comfort in anyone
Gardenia - the love of a friend who doesn’t want to just be friends (@genshinlover101 )
Heliotrope - the determination to do anything for their loved one (@heademptynoideas )
Hibiscus - the realization of a friendship becoming something more (@ior1o)
Lily Of The Valley - a tear, followed by a sob
Orange Rose - experiencing constant as well as distracting thoughts of the other person (@definitelynotahutaosimp )
Orchid - an innocent moment devolving into something that’s not
Petunia - resentment that runs deep
Plumeria - discovering a flower field together
Purple Hyacinth - a plea for forgiveness (@rainbowsixxreader)
Purple Iris - a compliment that accidentally slips out (@genshingorls )
Purple Lilac - love at first sight
Rainflower - realizing that you/they love them/you back (@genshingorls )
Red Carnation - a moment of yearning
Red Roses - an anniversary
Single Rose - being still in love after the relationship ends (@genshinlover101 )
Spider Flower - a joke about getting eloped turning serious
Sunflower - drunken rambling about their adoration
Sweet Pea - a tender moment (@ravynous )
Tulip - an act of affection so blatant everyone notices
Violet - a daydream about the future
White Lilac - first time together (@stellumi )
Yellow Carnation - a rejected love confession (@definitelynotahutaosimp )
Yellow Rose - a happy thought that causes a smile
Zinnia - confessing how much they are missing you
#again ty for 600 :')) <33#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact imagines#600 flowers for hu tao#please reblog this to get the word out there ty!! :D#yahoo!!
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Round 1 is over!
Let's have a little summary of what happened, yeah?
Joe made a little ruckus, but was ultimately offset by the flipping Judge of Inverse being his adversary. She intimidated him into surrendering by filling up paperwork making colored accessories legal in Inverse.
Prisma made a great speech about accepting diversity as a part of life. It turned some heads, but not as much as Wallis’s fireworks. One landed on a building and the roof caught fire. The Mancer wasn’t able to compete with that so she went home to her wife.
Cakegirl started launching cakes into the face of honorable citizens. Yma got so worked up that her hair got even poofier. That would have turned some heads of they weren’t full of cakes and frosting. She retired in shame to go tame her hair again.
Evets did not want to be there. He left for a reason and now he’s supposed to cause chaos?? Fortunately Petunia was here to calm him down. She offered him a ride home on a plant and destroyed the pavement in the process
Violet saw Virga and immediately hightailed it home. Nope not today. The queen thundered down to announce herself and got even more pissed when her adversary wasn’t even there. She is now looking for an outlet, everybody hide.
Xela tried to scam some passerby only to remember that no one in Inverse would take them up on that. Sad. Indigo started DJing in the street. There’s a crowd booing him. He thinks they’re cheering thanks to the loud music.
Cocos and Malus work together on a casualty free revolution plan. The shaman gracefully let the experienced revolutionary take the lead on the chaos after what might have been a coin toss.
The prez’s rainbow existence is enough to upset most Inversians, but her motivation is lacking. Yellow however is ready to throw hands and fight gods to get what she wants. And if she has to topple over Inverse then so be it.
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BOO FLOWER LANGUAGE JUMPSCARE
ok so j am far too tired to assign flowers/combos of flowers to ogtbh characters rn but!
Columbine symbolizes foolishness, Lavender distrust, Petunias can symbolize Anger and resentment (and paired with Rosemary can show that "you will not forget someone's wrongdoing", so do with that what you will :D i keep this flower language book with me all the time -defnotadam
OUGGHHGHH OH I LOVE THISSSSSS
IM WRITING SO MANY NOTES DOWN
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Conversation
Audience Booer: Boo. Boo. Boo.
Petunia: Why do you do this?
Audience Booer: Because you had love in your hands, and you gave it up.
Petunia: But they would have killed Porky if I hadn't done it.
Audience Booer: Your true love lives. And you marry another. True Love saved her in the first act, and she treated it like garbage. And that's what she is, the Queen of Refuse. So bow down to her if you want, bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo.
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i know it's early but if want to add on to this list for nov to dec 2023 maybe jan to feb 2024 of toon throughout the years.
1913 - Krazy Kat
1914 - Gertie Dino
1918 - Koko the clown
1919 - Felix the cat
1919 - Olive Oyl
1922 - Julius the cat
1925 - Pete
1926 - Winnie the Pooh
1927 - Oswald the lucky rabbit
1927 - Ortensia cat
1928 - Clarabelle cow
1928 - mickey mouse
1928 - minnie mouse
1929 - horace horsecollar
1929 - Bosko talks Ink kid
1929 - popeye the sailor man
1930 - pluto
1930- bimbo
1930 - betty boop
1932 - goofy goof
1932 - Bluto
1933- Buddy (looney tunes)
1934 - donald duck
1935 - porky pig
1935 - little kitty
1935 - oliver owl
1935 - ham & ex
1935 - beans the cat
1936 - owl Jolson
1937 - Petunia pig
1937 - gabby goat
1937 - Daffy duck
1937 - egghead
1937 - elmer fudd
1939 - Casper
1939 - sniffles
1940 - Tom & Jerry
1940 - daisy duck
1940 - bugs bunny
1940 - woody woodpecker
1941 - fauntleroy fox
1941 - crawford crow
1942 - spike the dog
1942 - beaky buzzard
1942 mama buzzard
1942 - henery hawk
1942 - jose carioca
1942 - tweety bird
1943 - droopy
1943 - Chip and Dale
1944 - Panchito pistoles
1945 - Sylvester cat
1945 - Pepe le Pew
1945 - yosemite sam
1946 - gossamer
1946 - foghorn leghorn
1947 - goofy gophers (Mac and Tash)
1947 - scrooge mcduck
1948 - gladstone gander
1948 - hippety hopper
1948 - Marvin the Martian
1949 - wile e Coyote
1949 - road runner
1949 - tyke the pup
1949 - playboy penguin
1949 - penelope pussycat
1950 - granny
1950 - Sylvester Jr
1951 - clyde bunny
1952 - gyro gearloose
1953 - sam sheepdog
1953 - ralph wolf
1954 - Goldie o-gilt
1954 - Taz
1954 - witch hazel
1954 - speedy Gonzales
1955 - Michigan J. Frog
1956 - flintheart glomgold
1957 - grinch
1958 - huckleberry hound
1958 - yogi bear
1958 - boo boo
1959 - quickdraw McGraw (Latino)
1959 - snugglepuss (gay)
1961 - Ludwig von drake
1961 - magica de spell
1964 - fethry duck
1978 - Garfield
1981 - Mario
1981 - donkey kong
1981 - Pauline
1983 - Luigi
1985 - princess peach
1985 - bowser
1987 - webby
1987 - Beakley
1987 - launchpad
1987 - Duckworth
1989 - Fenton
1990 - babs
1990 - buster
1990 - plucky
1990 - hamton
1991 - sonic the Hedgehog
1991 - doctor Eggman
1991 - drake mallard/darkwing wingduck
1992 - tails
1993 - Amy rose
1993 - yakko warner
1993 - wakko warner
1993 - dot warner
1994 - knuckles
1996 - lola bunny
1999 - spongebob
2001 - shadow
2001- Shrek
2001 - donkey
2001- princess fiona
2001 - gingerbread man
2001 - Pinocchio
2004 - puss in boots
2011 - kitty softpaws
2011 - Humpty Dumpty
2011 - tina russo
2017 - Lena de spell
2017 - mark beaks
2022 - perrito
2022 - death
#toons throughout the years 2023#toons throughout the years 2024#a list of it#you ask me who to add.
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Badgley Mischka Navy Petunia Gown $795.
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i decided to write down all the names on the name generator in Toontown Rewritten for convenience sake (since the TTR wiki doesnt seem to have it, and TTR has more names in the name generator than TTO did), and i thought itd be useful for other people as well!!
the list is under the cut, theres a looooot of names so i just grouped them by letter
please let me know if i left out or misspelled anything!
Title:
Aunt
Baron, Big
Cap'n, Captain, Chef, Chief, Coach, Colonel, Cool, Count, Crazy
Daring, Deputy, Dippy, Doctor, Dr., Duke
Fancy, Fat
Good ol', Grand ol', Granny, Grumpy
Judge
King
Lady, Little, Loopy, Loud, Lucky
Madame, Master, Miss, Mister, Mr., Mrs.
Noisy
Prince, Princess, Prof.
Queen
Sergeant, Sheriff, Silly, Sir, Skinny, Super
Ugly
Weird
First:
Abigail, Albert, Alice, Alvin, Angel, April, Arnold, Astrid, Astro, Aurora
B.D., Banjo, Barbara, Barney, Bart, Batty, Beany, Beatrix, Bebop, Becky, Bella, Bentley, Beppo, Bert, Billy, Bingo, Binky, Biscuit, Bizzy, Blinky, Bob, Bonbon, Bongo, Bonkers, Bonnie, Bonzo, Boo Boo, Boots, Bouncey, Bridget, Bruce, Bubbles, Bud, Buford, Bumpy, Bunky, Buster, Butch, Buzz
C.J., C.W., Candy, Carol, Casper, Cecil, Chester, Chewy, Chip, Chipper, Chirpy, Chunky, Claire, Clancy, Clara, Clarence, Cliff, Clover, Clyde, Coconut, Comet, Cookie, Corky, Corny, Cranky, Crazy, Cricket, Crumbly, Cuckoo, Cuddles, Curly, Curt
Daffodil, Daffy, Daphne, Darla, Dave, Davey, David, Dee Dee, Dinky, Dizzy, Domino, Dot, Dottie, Drippy, Droopy, Duchess, Dudley, Duke, Dusty, Dynamite
Elmer, Ernie
Fancy, Fangs, Felix, Finn, Fireball, Flapjack, Flappy, Fleabag, Flint, Flip, Flora, Fluffy, Freckles, Fritz, Frizzy, Funky, Furball
Gale, Garfield, Gary, Giggles, Ginger, Graham, Grouchy, Gulliver, Gus, Gwen
Hans, Harry, Harvey, Hazel, Hector, Holly, Hoppy, Huddles, Huey
J.C., J.J., Jack, Jackie, Jacques, Jade, Jake, Jay, Jazzy, Jellyroll, Jenny, Jester, Jimmy, Johnny, Jonah, Joyce
Kiki, Kippy, Kit, Knuckles
Ladybug, Lancelot, Leo, Leonardo, Leroy, Lily, Lionel, Lloyd, Lollipop, Loony, Loopy, Louie, Lucky, Lucy, Lulu
Mabel, Mac, Maggie, Marigold, Mary, Max, Maxie, Maxwell, Melody, Midge, Midnight, Mildew, Miles, Milton, Mitzi, Mo Mo, Moe, Molly, Monty, Murky
Nathan, Ned, Nelly, Nutmeg, Nutty
Octavia, Olaf, Olive, Olivia, Orville, Oscar, Oswald, Ozzie
P.J., Pancake, Patsy, Patty, Peaches, Peanut, Pearl, Pebbles, Penelope, Penny, Pepper, Peppy, Petunia, Phil, Pickles, Pierre, Pinky, Pippy, Poe, Popcorn, Poppy, Presto, Punchy
Rainbow, Raven, Reggie, Rhubarb, Ricky, Robin, Rocco, Rodney, Roger, Rollie, Romeo, Rory, Roscoe, Rose, Rosey, Rosie, Rover, Roxy, Ruby, Rusty
Sadie, Sally, Salty, Sammie, Sandy, Sassy, Scooter, Skids, Skip, Skipper, Skippy, Slippy, Slumpy, Smirky, Smudge, Snappy, Sneezy, Sniffy, Snuffy, Soupy, Spiffy, Spike, Spotty, Spunky, Squeaky, Star, Stinky, Stripey, Stubby, Sunny, Sunshine, Susan, Sylvia
Taffy, Tammy, Teddy, Tegan, Tex, Tom, Tricky, Trixie, Truffles, Tubby, Tutu, Twister
Ursula
Valentine, Velma, Veronica, Vicky, Violet, von
Wacko, Wacky, Waldo, Wally, Wendy, Wesley, Whiskers, Whitney, Wilbur, William, Willow, Winnie
Yappy, Yippie
Z.Z., Zach, Zachary, Zany, Ziggy, Zilly, Zippety, Zippy, Zoinks, Zowie
Last (first part):
Bagel, Banana, Barnacle, Bean, Beanie, Biggen, Bizzen, Blubber, Boingen, Bumber, Bumble, Bumpen
Cheezy, Crinkle, Crumble, Crunchen, Crunchy, Cuddle
Dandy, Dizzen, Dizzy, Doggen, Dyno
Electro
Feather, Fiddle, Fizzle, Flippen, Flipper, Flower, Fluffen, Frazzle, Frinkel, Fumble, Funny, Fuzzy
Giggle, Glitter, Google, Grumble, Gumdrop
Honey, Huckle, Hula
Jabber, Jeeper, Jelly, Jiffy, Jiggle, Jingle, Jinx, Jumble
Kooky
Laffen, Lemon, Loopen
Mac, Mc, Mega, Mizzen
Nickel
Octo
Paddle, Pale, Pedal, Pepper, Petal, Pickle, Pillow, Pinker, Poodle, Poppen, Precious, Pumpkin, Purple
Razzle, Rhino, Riddle, Robo, Rocken, Ruffle
Slimey, Smarty, Snaggle, Sniffle, Snorkel, Sour, Spackle, Sparkle, Squiggle, Super, Swinkle
Thunder, Tinker, Toppen, Tricky, Tweedle, Twiddle, Twinkle
Wacky, Weasel, Whisker, Whistle, Wild, Witty, Wonder, Wrinkle
Ziller, Zippen, Zooble
Last (second part):
batch, bee, beep, berry, blabber, bocker, boing, boom, bop, bounce, bouncer, brains, bubble, bumble, bump, bumper, burger, butter
chomp, corn, crash, crumbs, crump, crunch
dazzle, doodle, dorf
face, fidget, fink, fish, flap, flapper, flinger, flip, flipper, fluff, fuddy, fussen
gabber, gadget, gloop, glop, glow, goober, goose, grin, grooven, grump
hoffer, hopper
jinks
klunk, knees
loop, loose
marble, mash, masher, melon, mew, monkey, mooch, muddle, muffin, mush
nerd, noodle, nose, nugget
paws, phew, phooey, pocket, poof, pop, pounce, pow, pretzel
quack
roni
scooter, screech, smirk, snooker, snoop, snout, socks, son, song, sparkles, speed, spinner, splat, sprinkles, sprocket, squeak, sticks, stink, swirl
tail, teeth, thud, toes, ton, toon, tooth, twist
whatsit, whip, whirl, wicket, wig, wiggle, wire, woof
zaner, zap, zapper, zilla, zoom, zoop
#doing this made my brain turn to soup#also i find it so amusing that cookie is a name in the generator#anyone who follows my main can probably guess why lmao#strato says#toontown#toontown rewritten#save
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wow your blog is neon ANYWAY HIHI you should introduce me to your ocs :333
I'm gonna show off, give a small intro/summary and five fun facts about five of my OCs since if I tried to talk about all of them, this post would be WAY too long lol!
Well, off we go!
First would be my fursona who represents me IRL: Boo Fredson! She is a Bear/Green Iguana/Chicken Hawk/Alien(??) Hybrid who is working towards being an animator/singer/voice actor (like myself IRL)!
She is a very huge foodie and is almost constantly eating something or at least has food on her mind
Her antennae are able to pick up radio waves from even miles and miles away from where she is, it also causes her eyes to have a "hypno-swirl" look to them (similar to Kaa"s from the Jungle Book)
She LOVES to dress up in various outfits (especially long flowy dresses or any kind of cosplay)
She also likes to occasionally try to act in a seductive, but sloppy and gluttonous manner to "make sure other know that her being the food loving slob she is, still makes her sexy af" as she would put it
Now I introduce my Chucky x Tiffany fanchild, Buddy Ray! He is a quiet, laid back and somewhat lazy teenager who loves his hobby of hunting and gun/weapon collecting and creation
I gave him the name Buddy in reference to Buddi from the Child's Play remake from 2019 (it's kinda my way of saying "fuck you" to that remake lol)
When he was a kid, he LOVED to play in the mud, dirt, grass, anything that would leave any kind of smear, smudge or mark on himself or his clothes when he got home
The sibling he is the most closest to (those he's close with all his siblings) are Glen and Junior
He has a gigantic animal skull and bone collection he really loves and keeps close to him as his most beloved and prized possessions!
His two favorite animals are wolves and deer
This the fursona that I use as the mascot for all my art and socials (think like how Mickey Mouse was for Disney lol), Wispy Brighton! He is a river otter who possesses the power of inter-dimensional travel and ultra cartoon physics!
Thanks to his ultra cartoon physics, he is able to have his limbs and head chopped off and able to return to normal in minutes depending on if he feels like it (like if he rips off his hand, it'll grow back and if he gets his head chopped off, he's able to put if back on his body)
For his inter-dimensional travel, he creates portals and hops into them and into the dimension he's set on
He is able to float around in the air instead of walking on his feet (much like Discord from MLP) but he only does this half the time when he's not being lazy
He currently works as a convenience store clerk in the exact same shift as his room mate and friend, Dave Fitzgerald
He loves going to rave/nightclubs and to his favorite food joint, Lime Ricky's Pizza, which is a pizza and soda float shop
My newest self insert that I've made recently, Petunia! She is a part of the Winnie the Pooh universe and is currently selfshipped with Tigger!
Her favorite food is a Honey, Acorn, and Spinach Tea Sandwich, it's her specialty sandwich that she's almost always making and are included in all of her picnics she hosts for the Hundred Acre Wood
She loves to hang out with Kanga, since they tend to bake and cook a lot together when they do hang out. She also considers Roo to be a son figure and is very caring and protective of him
Half of the time when she is not in her home at the Strawberry Bush, she also lives at Tigger's treehouse whenever it's good for both their schedules. She does eventually plan to move in with Tigger full time when the bush starts to get too old to be her home
Rabbit also tends to help and make lots of contributions to Petunia's picnics with his homegrown veggies and whatever he'd happen to make with them, since he is a big fan of Petunia's picnic like everyone else in the Acre Wood
She owns a giant collection of picnic blankets of all shapes, sizes and colors
And lastly Banana Zap! He is a Dragma (Llama and Dragon Hybrid) who owns a music/vinyl record store named Frutty Loopz Record Shop and has electric powers and breath!
One of his favorite tricks to pull in front of friends and customers is to hold a lemon in his hooves and cause the lemon to glow like a night light due to the electricity coursing going through his hooves
His two favorite foods are bananas and lemons
One of his most favorite bands is Black Sabbath, he owns shitloads of Black Sabbath and Ozzy Osbourne merch/memorabilia due to it
He is very good friends with Jungle Juice, as Banana Zap happens to be one of Jungle Juice's regular customers and Jungle Juice knows him from a Dragon Hybrid Club where all sorts of dragon hybrids and hang out and do stuff together
He owns a pair of big lightning bolt shaped earrings that he loves to wear for parties
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I'm soso very happy you sent an ask to me my friend!! Its really awesome for people to ask and talk about my OCs since that's so special to me, despite me not talking about them much on my own!
I hope this isn't all too much info for you and that you have a wonderful evening!!
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