#soft names

[queersrus]

Soft theme

[soft theme]

including textures, descriptive words, words/names meaning soft as well as soft in other languages and synonyms.

(Nick)Names:

alya/aalya, abhiratra, aderyn, adhara, alhan, amalthea, amauricus, amiable, amicabilis, aura, aure, aurore, aurora, auralie/auralee, aurear, adalinda/adallinda buthayna, bayne

cushion, cushiony/cushioni/cushionie, cloud, calm, cotton, cottony, cream, creamy, chifon/chiffon, comfy/comfi, chenille, clem, clemencia, clemency, clementeen/clementine, clementia, clemmy

downy/downey, dim, dulcet, delicatte, dull, dream, dreamy/dreami, dietlind/dietlinde, delani emmi, eulia

fleece, fleecy/fleeci, fur/furr, furry, faint, fluff, fluffy, fine, frodelinde, frolinde, feather gentle, guenivier/guenevere, ginevra, ginie/ginnie, gennifer, guin, gwenhwyfar, gaenor, genniver, gislind/gislinde

hush isaura, irmlinde jenie/jennie/jeni/jenni, jenifer/jennifer, jen/jenn, juliska kumal, komol, komal

low, lawler, lenis, leyan, linda, linde, lindy, lyan murmur, mute, muted, muffle, malachite, malvine, malwina, melvina, mellow, mild, mylin oriane

pastel/pastelle, pale, peace, paisley, patient, pearyl quiet, quiana rest, reshma, rujul, rugu, rosalynd/rosalind

soft, softy/softie, softly, softest/softestte, softette, softetta, softa, softelle, softella, softine, softina, softia, softe, soften, softene, softeneda, smooth, silk, silky, silken, satin, satine, satiny, sooth, silent, still, serene, silika, sieglinde

tender, tranquil, tranquila, timi, timid, teddy velvet/velvette, velvety, velveteen/velvetine, vanini, velouette whisper, warmth, wani, winnie yalina

1stp prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

si/softe/softly/softine/softself si/soothe/soothy/soothine/soothself si/sme/smoothly/smoothine/smoothself gi/gentle/gently/gentline/gentleself hi/hushe/hushy/hushine/hushself fli/fluffe/fluffy/fluffine/fluffyself

2ndp prns: you/your/yours/yourself

so/softer/softers/softerself so/soother/soothers/sootherself smo/smoother/smoothers/smootherself go/gentler/gentlers/gentlerself ho/husher/hushers/husherself flo/fluffer/fluffers/flufferself(fluffierself)

3rdp prns: they/them/theirs/themself

so/soft, so/ft, so/oft, soft/softs, soft/ly, soft/softly, softly/softlys, soft/er, sof/ter, soft/softer, softer/softers, soft/texture, soft/feeling, soft/touch, soft/voice, soft/spoken, soft/whisper, soft/fur, so/sooth, soo/th, so/oth, so/ooth, sooth/sooths, sooth/soother, sooth/soothing, smo/smooth, smo/oth, smo/ooth, smooth/smooths, smooth/smoothly gen/gentle, gen/tle, gentle/gentles, ge/ntle, ge/gentle, gentle/gently, gently/gentlys, gentle/gentler, gentle/voice, gentle/touch, gentle/whisper hu/hush, hu/sh, hu/ush, hush/hushes, hush/hushed, hushed/whisper, hushed/voice flu/fluff, fluff/fluffs, flu/ff, flu/uf, fl/uff, fluff/fluffy, fluffy/fur, fluffy/tail

Titles

the soft, the soft one, the soft spoken, the softest whisper, the gentle one, the gentlest being, the hushed voice, the hushed whisper, the fluffiest of [animal]s, the fluffy one, the softest fluff, the softest of fluffers, the gentlest speaker, the smoothest speaker, the whispering wind, the soothing voice, the soothing presence, the soother

*one who sooths, one who is soft spoken/speaks softly, one who loves only the softest of textures, one who whispers with onlythe softest heart, one who remains hushed, one who gently holds ones loves, one who fluffs your pillows, one who has the fluffiest tail

soother

*one can be replaced with any prn

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[khaiaugust]

Names I love 🪷💕

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[kipine]

shiny quilava 💫

[lazylittledragon]

i'm many days late but happy father's day <33

[bookwyrminspiration]

i don't know how to articulate it but there's something so special about your mutuals using your name. i'm no longer a vague url to you but a real person who exists and matters.

[baenuit]

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𝕼 ` 燽 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽.

𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝟭𝟭.𝟭𝟭 ׅ 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗏𝖺𝖼𝗂́𝗈.

𝕱 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂.

𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗇 ゜𝟮𝟰

𝖭𝖮𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖦𝖨𝖢𝖠𝖫

𝗍𝗋𝖾̂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌 ➜

𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝓵𝓵𝖾𝗅 感覺.

mood──bios

[lilac-dreamxxz]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑐𝑜𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑜𝑠 + 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠

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⠀⠀⠀⠀࣪ ☆⠀nɑme⠀ֵ ⠀𝂅   ⠀⠀ˑ 𓈒 𐔌 nɑme ͡꒱ ۫

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀nɑme⠀⑅ ⠀ ֺ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀nɑme ⠀ֵ⠀ 𓏵ྀིྀི

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀໒⠀ ⠀𝒻luꫀria ⠀⠀─── ა ྀིྀི

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♡ ⠀ ʾʿ ⠀𝑑aisy⠀ 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙 ⠀ 🐇̱ ۫ ָ֢

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⎯ּ︭ℒove⠀ lo𝑐̅ket  𓊆 ♡ 𓊇

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ֹ ͏ ͏  ࣭  𝒞oqυꫀtte⠀ bɑ͟e⠀ㅤ᧔ ⑅ ᧓

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ૂ 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘⠀ pr𝑖𝑛cess⠀🌸 𓈒 ◌

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[mafleur]

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗰𝘆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾.

𝗳𝗹✿︎𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌.

𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾, 𝗏𝗈𝗅. 𝟣.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲'𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋: 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒.

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.

𝗣𝗢𝗘𝗠𝗦: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 5𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝘀𝘂𝗻 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖺, 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗂𝗂𝗂. ─── 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗋.

𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.

“ random playlist prompts. ”

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌.

𝖺 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝘃: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖾.

𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽.

𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗂����𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺.

𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽.

𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗈: 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝟫𝟦.𝟩.

𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲.

𝗇𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌.

[debetun]

highlights by debetun

♡ 𓈒 ◡͟†◡ my, deαr

de • l͟α͟n͟α ╰◡ † ♡

[hatsbuckets]

He does NOT like to talk about it.

The weeks—months—spent between pain meds and recovery after he came back from the dead.

Barely lucid for the first few weeks, and a hollowed-out man after he finally switched to lower-dose pain meds.

He remembers when they told him he was “lucky to be alive.”

Except Simon Riley has never been lucky.

Luck would’ve given him a home. Luck would’ve given him a father. Luck would’ve given him a face that doesn’t remind him every damn day of the man he loathes. Luck wouldn’t have had him crawling out of his own fucking grave and dragging himself back to life.

Luck would’ve been fantasy.

Simon Riley does not live in a fantasy.

He lives in a body that barely made it back. Knife wounds down his ribs, healing jagged. A shattered radius. Dislocated shoulder. Crushed digits. Stitches up his thigh. Two cracked vertebrae. An eye that still doesn’t always focus right in fluorescent light.

The worst part? The ache in his jaw. Not from injury—though there was that too—but from grinding his teeth night after night, just to keep the screams in.

Price had visited. Simon was never sure if it was real, or if the drugs were still puppeteering his grief into hallucination. He remembers a warm hand on his shoulder. That was real.

He remembers not crying. Only because he’d already run dry.

The anger came later. When the fog lifted. When the pain stopped being an abstract thing and started screaming in every nerve. When he realized he couldn’t tie his boots.

Couldn’t hold a fork.

Couldn’t even sign the discharge forms without his hand seizing up.

He nearly threw a chair at the wall when his pen slipped again. The physical therapist just handed him another sheet of paper. Told him to try again.

Like it was that fucking simple.

But he did. Again and again. Because the fury needed somewhere to go.

And repetition was safer than silence. His body healed, but his hands were the worst.

He started tracing letters. First his name. Then lines from books. Then nothing at all—just letters, shapes, lines.

Somewhere along the way, it got… good. Neat. Sharp. Clean block print, easy to read. And if he really focused, if he took his time—

It became beautiful.

A steady hand in ink. A small act of control in a world that had stolen everything else.

Simon Riley doesn’t like to talk about what it took to come back. He doesn’t talk about the way rage nearly drowned him. Or the way he still checks every lock twice. Or how he sometimes wakes up clutching at fingers that no longer hurt, just to make sure they’re still there.

But the handwriting stays.

On gear manifests. On margin notes. Initials. Coordinates.

Sometimes letters.

He’d written them to Price as practice, as part of the therapy—physical and mental, he now realizes.

He still writes them today. Habitual. Short notes, mostly.

Mostly—always—to Price.

But eventually he slides one under Johnny’s door. He couldn’t tell you what he wrote. Doesn’t remember. Something gentler than he'd have ever said out loud at the time, probably.

And soon after, Kyle gets them too. Appreciation. Praise. Anything Simon can give, even if he might never speak the words into the air.

There exists a note to his family—to his mum and Tommy. It sits at the bottom of his desk drawer, forever sealed.

He does NOT like to talk about it. Those months spent in agony.

He probably won’t ever talk about them now.

But maybe he’ll write something.

a/n: I just think he would have pretty handwriting and I could write a whole essay on why. like wdym this tortured man wouldn't come back and find that this is something he has the max amount of control over (other than when he realizes how much control he has over himself (see: non-existent essay on Simon having the MOST control over himself out of the 141 because discipline, trauma, and dog-motif.)) started at this headcanon post if you care

[poirott]

Columbo & his basset hound ✦ ✦ Columbo 2x07 "The Most Dangerous Match"

[satoblue]

with the language barrier between you and satoru combined with your lackluster skills in understanding japanese, you find that satoru often calls you by words you don’t exactly know the meaning to. it irritates you bc he won’t tell you what he’s saying or explain — and neither will anyone else. but based on the reactions from his coworkers and students you assume it must be bad from how their eyes widen in disbelief. shoko might ask if you two are dating to which you shake your head feverishly in disagreement to get your point across. with that, she’ll give you an odd stare and mumble a knowing “hm, okay…” under her breath. it irks you a little bc you don’t understand how the two things could ever correlate when that doofus is making fun of you in his native tongue. you realize only later that the names satoru has been calling you this whole time are along the lines of “my love” and “beautiful” and other endearing terms people use to refer to each other as their spouse or significant other, that the weird looks you’ve garnered from everyone is them trying to figure out what you mean to him while satoru himself is scared to find out too

[your-average-art-dealer]

Gay Hedgehogs

that's it, that's the whole post

get got

[baenuit]

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𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗌──𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗌ㅤㅤ𓂋ㅤㅤ𝗉𝖺́𝗀. 𝟢𝟥ㅤㅤ'

(ㅤ+ㅤ𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾ㅤ)ㅤㅤ𝟣𝟤:𝟢𝟨ㅤㅤ♡︎愛情

ﾛﾛㅤ ﹫𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋ㅤ   💌ㅤ   𝖻𝖾𝗆⎼⎼𝗆𝖾⎼⎼𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺.

𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾ㅤ𝖼𝖺𝗄𝖾ㅤㅤహㅤㅤ 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗄𝗎ㅤㅤ♡︎

𝖽𝖾𝖼⏨ㅤㅤ日付,ㅤ普通ㅤㅤ🪕ㅤㅤ𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍.

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(𝟢��:𝟢𝟢)

𝗉𝗀.𝟤𝟥𝟩

𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾-𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙳

𝟣𝟤月𝟣𝟢日

𝖿𝗅𝗈́𝗋𝖾𝗈──✿︎

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𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌ㅤㅤ(ㅤ𝟢𝟨ㅤ)ㅤㅤ"ㅤ𝙰𝙻𝚅𝙾𝚁ㅤ"ㅤㅤ𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾.

florado.ㅤ{ㅤㅤepㅤㅤ0.3ㅤㅤ}ㅤmeu âmago, banhado de amor, o espelhar de um jardim, com o abraçar do sol ao amanhecer; denotar das coisas boasㅤ ─────────ㅤ @enfloris

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equinócioㅤdeㅤ──ㅤprimavera.ㅤ駅'愛ㅤ✿︎

você é o toque méleo que traz sentido aos meus dias, natureza aprazível a fazer-me florescer sob o melodioso acorde entre a "paz e o amor".

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parágrafoㅤ"𝟢𝟤.ㅤmaresia e fulgor;

no balouçar das ondas formadas pelo reconforto de contigo─estar, levaram consigo todo o meu desalento;

o dilacerar da amargura que outrora arrojou fazer morada em meu coração, culminou-se em desaguar.

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-> ㅤmoodㅤ ＿＿ ㅤBIOS⠀·⠀modificação livre.

[reineydraws]

i dont have a caption for you lol i'll let shanks's heart eyes speak for themselves 🫶

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[deefighter2739]

He always gets his way 🙄