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sssilverstoned · 9 months

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sympathy for the devil ꩜ cl16

type: fluff? besties to lovers? let's say that. a friend is done dirty but is she really a friend? debatable. flashbacks, angst-ish (a guilty conscience is always a great outfit addition, no?)

word count: 4.6k

warnings: language, suggestive but no smut (finger sucking. i was in a mood,) charles is a reformed cheater, so let's say some moral ambiguity all around

lily said: hello hello! welcome to the inner workings of my hyper fixation on summer romances and a couple of bestieeeees who should just be a couple. now that this guy is out the way, i'd love to formally open requests! a drabble, fic, oneshot, hit my line ! we can get into the details of who i do and don't write for later <3

You are not a terrible person. You're not even a bad person, truly. It's something you repeat to yourself like a mantra as you look away from Charles's side profile across the long table.

He's looking like summertime, soft like an afternoon nap, but sharp like a stinging on your skin from too many 5 more minutes called from the patio. His neck is elongated slightly, trying to hear Joris's story over Mirabel's loud laughter. When he leans like that, you can see a peak of the remnants of the hickey you sucked into his pale skin the evening before. Your stomach hurts.

Charles's own nose is red, he's scrunching it on occasion like no one will notice his discomfort, and his necessity for aloe vera. You've packed it in your bag because you know he wouldn't have. He knows to ask you for it later.

You excuse yourself from the long table, your dinner in front of you looking great, but you were nowhere near hungry. When you push your chair back to stand, it makes a low noise against the floor of the garden, and his head whips to you immediately.

It was your friend group's traditional holiday you were gathered for, an annual week at Mirabel's family home right on the water. 4 girls and 5 boys, room assignments remaining relatively static throughout the years. There was that one year Clara and Sammy shared a room, but, as both of them would easily say, it wouldn't be happening again.

"Everything okay, y/n/n?" Peter asks from your diagonal, which makes more heads turn to your now standing figure. You let out an uncomfortable huff, disguised as a laugh. Charles can read you like his favorite book.

Your linen dress clings to your body, yet flows off you effortlessly. He remembers seeing it on a hook in your room, wondering how it would look on your figure when he pretended to not watch you change tops. Reality was always better than fantasy, this he knew for certain.

"I'm alright, just chilly. Want to grab my sweater."

"I'll go with you, want to charge my phone anyway," Emma smiles up at you from her seat, standing up as well.

Charles follows your figure with your eyes until you disappear into Mirabel's villa, then continues to pretend to be listening to whatever Peter has begun rambling about.

"Did you see the way he and Oliver left the pantry in disarray this morning?" Emma's practically hissing her disdain, her shorter legs pumping overtime to catch your gait. You were hoping she couldn't.

"Who? What are you talking about?"

"Charles," she gags. "Tried to cook breakfast, and of course it was shit. Can't believe you didn't know."

You did, you helped him clean it up.

"I feel like it's quite hard to burn oatmeal," you snort, scrubbing the pot.

"Too much sugar in the pot, I suppose. That's how you make yours, yes? With brown sugar?"

You look back at him from where he was leaning against the counter, watching you help him fix his mess. Oliver had cleaned up the spilled flour on the floor of the pantry, then ran out to get pastries from a bakery before the rest of the villa woke up and threatened his life.

"Surprised you remember how I like my breakfast," you say.

"Why?" he asks, cocking his head. "I know a lot about you."

You click your tongue, suddenly shy under his intentional gaze. Your focus is back on the pot, and a stubborn clump of congealed oats. Charles peers around the kitchen quickly, before coming up behind you, a large hand circling your waist.

"How did you sleep? I realize I didn't ever ask," He drops a kiss to the crown of your head when he finishes speaking, and your breath hitches. Not with love or affection, but with a strike of fear, almost. It was an open air kitchen, and while everyone seemed to be sleeping in, you never really could know who may be stirring about.

"Slept fine. Kept the windows open," you shared a room with Clara on these trips, you two were always the closest of the girls growing up and never minded sharing. She didn't say anything when you came in at 2 am with mussed hair and swollen lips, and you were grateful for it.

"You could have stayed, Joris didn't come in until late."

You finally bristle, dropping the pot onto the drying rack. "I wish you wouldn't say things like that."

You turn in his grasp, eyebrows frayed in the middle of your face. He hates when you look at him like this. "Y/n, we're not children anymore. We're two consenting adults."

"Emma will hate me."

"And is that worth your happiness? Whether or not your friend, who you aren't that close to, by the way, is mad at you?"

"You cheated on her, Charles."

You clear your throat as you blink away the memory. Emma scoffs again at the thought of Charles. "He even had the gall to come out on the patio at the same time as me this afternoon."

"Everyone was on the patio, Emma," you level, already getting irritated with her tone. She irritated you often, Charles wasn't necessarily wrong about your lack of proximity to her. She was always a bit bratty, but had too much history with the group to be left behind, no matter how much she seemed to irk everyone. "You can't expect him to walk on eggshells around you, he's still a part of the group."

Emma stops walking, but you keep pace. "Are you defending a cheater, y/n?" You're glad you didn't stop.

Your eye twitches, and you're glad that she can't see it. This conversation was draining you, yet it's barely started, and already, it's over. She did this nearly every time they were in the same vicinity, and it was getting old. Or maybe, it was the guilt that you were fucking her ex-boyfriend.

It was a mistake that they dated in the first place. He had just broken up with his long term girlfirend, someone you all never seemed to get along with, and Emma's eyes were always slightly googly for the boy. Her attention was more palpable, and better received, than the rest. So they began to fool around, began to hold hands a bit more at group dinners. You heard her say 'boyfriend' much more than he did, though.

The cheating was a bit egregious, even for Charles. For the sake of everyone's friendships, his romance with her was kept under wraps, the superiority of a professional PR team apparent over gossip columns and nosy fans. It was the nosy fans, unfortunately, that had found Charles in a club somewhere in Italy with his tongue down some model's throat.

She cried, shouted, did everything but rip her own hair out at the photos that surfaced. Perhaps it hurt her most that people were excited to see Charles with the woman, finally seen with someone that wasn't an engineer or Vasseur. They didn't know about her, and frankly, they never would. She was never terribly important to Charles, everyone knew that, and now she did too.

The group had moved on, sans Emma. No one really made fusses about it in the first place, their relationship running its course over only about 3 months. The boys saw it coming and, well, the girls had warned her. A rebound was always obvious to those watching.

The worst part, the part that made you feel so ill all the time, is Charles wanted to be yours, and you wanted to be anywhere but the villa.

You grab your sweater off of the chair at the vanity mirror in your room, bristling at the chill coming from the open window you had left during the night, and now day. You hear the laughter of your friends, of Peter shouting over Oliver, and Charles laughing from his belly. You hate that you can tell his laughter from the rest.

When you sit back down at the table, Clara waits for you to scoot your chair back in and place the napkin in your lap. "You lost her inside, eh?"

You crack a smile, Clara was your most blunt, and funniest, friend. "Had to, lest I hear about Charles's trespasses again."

Clara chuckles into her wine glass. "If only she knew."

In a lowered voice, you turn closer to her. "I think she may actually lose her mind if she found out, Clara."

She rolls her eyes. "Find out what? That you two are obsessed with each other, yet you won't take him seriously? That she was collateral? Shit happens."

"That's not what this is."

"Please. He'd marry you tomorrow if given the opportunity, y/n. Deep down, she knows that was never her anyway."

When you look back up at Charles, he's already looking at you, looking so endearing that you have to look back down at your chicken and roasted vegetables. You're still not hungry.

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It happened quickly, but the buildup seemed to make it inevitable. You were always a friend of the leclercs, your mother's growing an affinity for each other when you were quite young. You grew up alongside the boys, Charles always having a soft spot for you in particular. Charles escorted you every time your father hosted a gala, and voluntarily was your designated driver on nights out. One in particular, 6 months ago, sealed fates.

"Charlie, just take one shot."

"If I take a shot, I won't be driving," he laughs at you, looking at you with little twinkles in his eyes. He and Emma had just finally broken up, the past 3 months couldn't be categorized as anything but odd. After they had notified the group, in their own respective ways, you had seemed to have gotten your fun loving, a tad awkward, but always down for what you were plotting, Charlie back. He had agreed in a heartbeat to meet you and Clara at the club. It makes you grin.

"That's fine, uber exists. Have fun for once, please?" You pout, tequila speaking for you. Everything was already a bit hazy, much funnier than normal, and less serious.

"Yeah, come on Chaaaarlie," Clara giggles knowingly. He'd do anything if you asked for it, this was a fact.

With a shake of his head and faked disdain, he downs the shot, hears your cheers, and suddenly, one shot is seven and you're both screaming the lyrics to an old Fergie song that blasts through the speakers.

Heels were a bad, but stunning, idea. You felt cute and confident, but by the time you had stopped dancing like a mad person to get a drink of water, the balls of your feet began to throb.

"Please don't take your shoes off in this place," Charles begs.

"Don't be my father," you frown. "My feet hurt."

"Your feelings will be what's hurting when someone steals these off the section couch," he points to your feet, and there was a touch of validity. They were Jimmy Choos, after all, and cost more than you could comprehend. Charles often went overboard on your birthday gifts.

"I'll take that risk."

"I'll hold them."

"You won't," you say with a laugh, used to his dramatics. But he shocks you, gingerly picking them off the couch and holding them on his index and middle finger.

"Charlie, put my shoes down."

"I will do no such thing."

Somehow, somewhere between promising Clara you'd text her when the uber dropped you and Charles off at his place, helping him get the key into the lock of his door, and sitting on his kitchen island, Charles finds himself in between your legs, staring into your eyes that had glitter and mascara surrounding them.

It wasn't normal of "best friends" to be around each other like this. He knew that. He hadn't wanted to be just your best friend in a while though, but having you in that capacity was better than nothing at all. Especially when he had seemingly bounced from one girlfriend to the other, and deep down, he knew it was because he was bored. They weren't you, no matter how much imitation was attempted. Perhaps the only person who was aloof to his truest desires, was you.

"You looked very pretty tonight, y/n/n."

"You looked dashing yourself," you wink, "the girls in there told you that though, no?"

He rolls his eyes. "That wasn't anything. Just fans, same shit as usual."

"You usually are being hit on by pretty girls, is what you're saying?" You continue to tease. Charles can't stand your smart mouth sometimes, especially how much he can't help but love it.

"To be fair, I don't really notice. I'm always looking at you, anyway."

You don't have a response for that. He's never said it outright, never crossing the line. But now he has, and there's no going back.

"Charles, you just broke up with Emma."

"I know,"

"You cheated on her."

"I know,"

"I'm your best friend."

His turn to grin. "I know."

In a fashion completely unlike you, throwing caution to the wind felt like the only option, pulling him in with your legs, locking around the back of his waist, lips pressed onto his, hair between your fingers. He tastes like tequila and mint gum, like the things you regret yet adore. He wonders if this means the same to you as it means to him.

When you wake up in his bed, makeup removed and your favorite shirt of his draped over your body, you inhale deeply when you feel the familiar soreness stretching through your lower half, and the weight of his arm roped around your body. Now that you've gotten your taste, you weren't giving it up.

"Did you pack the aloe vera?" You hear him from your doorway, blinking back from yet another memory.

"'S in the bathroom, look in the blue toiletry bag," you call, not looking away from where you were taking your hooped earrings out in the mirror. It was a domestic encounter in a way, like a scene taken out of context 20 years from now. Maybe one day, you'd be on holiday with a family of your own, enjoying silence once your kids were asleep after playing in the water all day. Maybe you'd be actually sharing a room, instead of whatever the fuck this was.

"You seemed off at dinner, everything okay?" Charles asks, rubbing the gel on his soon-to-be-peeling nose.

"Fine," you shrug, turning back to look at him, and not just his reflection. "Just wasn't so hungry. And cold, like I said."

He chuckles a little to himself. "I could tell," he nods with his head down to your chest. Your nipples had pearled, and supposedly, had been pearled, and were obvious through the thin fabric of your fitting dress.

"Jesus Charles," you berate, turning back to your mirror. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm a man," he corrects. "Who's seen what's under that dress and thinks it's a great sight. But I also like your mind and your personality and all that, of course." Idiot. He sits on your bed, making himself comfortable against the headboard as he watches you get ready for bed. Domesticity. "Will you be going back to Monaco after this?"

"No, visiting Clara's family in the states for a little."

He makes a discontent noise. "How long?"

"A week," you answer. "Miami."

"Fun, going to go out?"

"What is it to you?" You ask, half jokingly, half alerted by his series of questions.

He shrugs this time. "Care about you, want to know what your plans are. Is it a crime?"

"No, just makes me fear you're in love with me."

"I'm on my way to that, I tell you that all the time. And you make jokes because you know it's true."

You stand up from the vanity, looking at him with an expression that makes his heart hurt. It's that wounded puppy look, the way you used to look at Arthur when Charles would tell him to fuck off from trying to hang out with the two of you as teenagers.

"I don't really know what to say when you say those things." He stands up from your bed, meeting you where you stand in the middle of you and Clara's room. He still smells just like all your favorite aspects of summer, and that tired look in his eyes from a day of relaxation and release melts you. "I know I'm in my head."

"'S a good head to be in." He moves the strans of your hair that were falling over your forehead behind your ear, smoothing his fingers over your jawline until his fingers lift your chin. "That's better. Couldn't see your face."

"What is this, Charlie?" Your eyes search his, and he hates how scared you look. "Like, seriously. We, we fuck, we sleep in the same bed more than we don't."

"We always have done that, you've shared with Enzo and Arthur before too I'm sure."

"Don't be dense."

"I think that's just how I am, mon amour."

"Such a shithead," you mutter with a huff, annoyed with his smug expression. "I'm being serious. If sex is just what you want, or need, right now, I don't think I can do this anymore."

"It's much more than that to me, don't insult me," He no longer has a grin on his face, mouth turned much more stoic. "My actions precede me, yes," you withold commentary on that, "but I'd never do anything to hurt you, y/n/n. I care about you, think about you all the time, want you wherever I am, always."

A part of you thinks this is what you've always wanted to hear. A gorgeous, successful, personable man who you've grown to trust infallibly your whole life is 5 feet short of professing his love for you, and yet, you can't let yourself fully be happy. Because for the last 6 months, you've ducked and dodged your own friends, not wanting them to know about the two of you. He did cheat, for crying out loud. On someone you have baby photos with. No matter how annoying, or selfish, she comes off, Emma wasn't going anywhere in your life. And you'd be devastated if she did this to you, so he remained your dirty little secret.

"Am I interrupting?" Clara says teasingly from the doorway, a wine glass still in her hands. "Sorry, Mirabel wanted me to check on you."

You clear your throat and step away from Charles. "Not at all. Charlie's got a sun burn."

"Ah. You are pale," Clara notes. "Figures."

"Thanks, Clar."

"Still drinking?" You nod toward her glass. "Pour me one, will you?"

"Sure will." She turns, and you make to follow.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore, I think."

"Y/n,"

"Not right now," you say firmly, "please?"

And you've got that withered look, that look that screams exhaustion. Guilt's gonna kill him one day, he's sure.

"Fine."

And with that, you head out the door, leaving Charles in your room, regretting not telling you how he felt about you when his girlfriend told him to. Before Emma took that mantle instead, and before you started looking at him like it was hard to do so.

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Sammy brings it up first, but the entirety of the day was the beginning of the end of secrecy.

The next day had been decided as a boat day, everyone prepared for another long day in the sun, this time on the open waves. The girls had all gone below deck, in search of champagne and a bottle opener, and Sammy and Charles were far enough from Oliver, Joris, and Peter for them to hear a conversation.

"I've got a question I think," Sammy asks. He makes an affirmative noise, head leaned back against the cushions of the lounger, sunglasses sliding down his still peeling nose. "Are you and y/n hooking up?"

Charles immeditely looks up at Sammy, mouth open in a scramble for the most believable way to say no. "No, ah, why would you say that?" oh dear.

"Mate," Sammy winces.

"Fuck me," Charles yanks the glasses off and wipes both hands over his face. He keeps them there when he asks, "how?"

"Leaving hickeys is one thing, her jewelry on your bedside table is another." The central heating unit for their floor was in Joris and Charles's room, Sammy did go to adjust it yesterday morning. Fuck. "Does Emma know?"

"No," Charles says quickly. "No. Y/n doesn't want anyone to."

Sammy quirks his mouth to the side. "Well, are you dating?"

"No,"

"Ah." Sammy looks out on the water, stewing over this confirmed theory of his. You all suddenly appear from inside, cheering with a bottle clutched in Emma's hand, you with the opener. When he looks back at Charles, he sees that even though all four of you stand there he's looking at you. This must be sympathy for the devil, Sammy thinks, because why else is he feeling bad for someone whose problem was multiple attractive women had feelings for him?

"Charlie, can you help?" you pout, unable to get the cork loose from the bottle. It was obvious you were tipsy, drunk even, you all had been drinking since the sun came up.

"Fucks sake y/n, use your arm!" Clara groans. Sammy looks back at Charles, willing him with his brain to not be at your beck and call for once.

"I've got it," Charles chuckles, like an idiot, if you ask Sammy. He pops it, a cheer coming from the group at the appearance of bubbles and spray. It gets all over his hands as he attempts to hold the bottle away from his body, and he shakes the excess off as the cheers continue. Oliver whisks the bottle away to be divied up between everyone's cups, and Charles goes inside to wash his hands off. You slink off behind him, unbeknownst to him, or the rest of your friends, except for Emma, whose interest is piqued by your sudden absences.

"Thanks for the help," your voice is sweet in the silence of the kitchenette.

His head whips to your figure, slightly startled by your presence. You're barefoot, a brown bikini only covering what's absolutely necessary to be covered. He can't tell if he loves it or he hates it. Your open button up shirt tossed on as a cover up intrigues him, because, is that his?

"Is that my shirt?" Charles repeats, out loud this time, eyes trained like heat seekers as you move close. His hands lay in the towel, champagne still dripping off his fingers. You've seemed to have distracted his process.

"No, but it seems like you would love it if it was."

He raises his shoulders. "You're welcome to them."

You hum, "good to know." You're looking at him like prey, it makes his throat dry and he's not sure what to say. You're always the bubbly one, the sunshine when he's being grumpy and difficult.

Charles lifts his hands from the towel that he still hasn't utilized yet, pushing his luck by placing a hand on your hip. He plays with the string on your right hip, fingers begging to untie the bow. "You only like talking to me when we're in kitchens, huh?"

He makes you laugh with that, or maybe it's the alchohol making you do it. "I always like talking to you. It's you that can't keep hands to yourself."

A hand slides up his chest, resting casually, yet his heart races faster. That familiar, warm feeling settles in his lower stomach, and he wills himself not to harden like a teenager. "We both have a problem with hands, I see."

You tilt your head in challenge. You pull his hand off of your hip and lift it, analyzing the digits still drenched in champagne. And to his utter surprise, you take his index finger into your mouth. The eye contact you hold as you do so has his mouth dropping open slightly in a daze, mind going to static as he feels the warmth and wetness, the pucker of your lips. You hum as you release his finger with a pop, licking your lips.

"Don't think I have a problem with your hands at all, Charles."

Charles, not Charlie. He's ruined.

How you saunter away after that leaves him gobsmacked, flustered, and most of all, hoping this boat would be docking soon.

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"I have an offer for you," is how you start the conversation. You're all showered, evening attire thrown on and awaiting the metaphorical dinner bell. The two of you plus Peter were sat out on the patio, and were left alone when Peter ran in to the bathroom for a moment.

"When I come back home, we should go on date."

Charles thinks he mishears you. "What?"

"A date, Charlie. You know, when two people who share a romantic interest go out toge-"

"Enough, smartass," He stops your condescension. "You would go on one with me?"

You take a deep breath. "Yeah, I would. I like you, and all that."

"And all that," he repeats. "What every man wants to hear."

"Do you want to go on the date or not?"

"I do, I really do. Have wanted to for a while, you know."

You smile softly, resting your head on the lounger. "I know."

"Dinner's ready," Emma comes out to announce. When she sees it's only the two of you, her expression changes slightly, something only you'd notice after years of experiencing emotions from her. "Where's Peter?"

"Bathroom," you answer easily. Emma looks at the two of you intently, and Charles turns towards the water, not really interested in making conversation with the woman who's profusely stated her aversion to him.

"Hm. Well, come down soon."

When she closes the glass doors, Charles all but laughs out loud. "What a nightmare."

"Your ex," you rebut, "can't believe that to this day. If you didn't like her, why'd you do it?"

"Because I didn't think I could have you."

His veins fill with regret when he says it, he knows its not fair. But it's true, you know it as well. "Well, no more collateral damage, then." You stand up from the lounger, brushing down your dress. "Pick a good restaurant for the date."

Dinner begins well, Mirabel telling stories and Oliver denying them all. It's when the laughter dies down after Joris recounts their last trip to Nice that things begin to slant.

"Y/n/n," Emma calls from down the table. You turn to her, as everyone does.

"Yeah, Em?"

"I just have been dying to know," she starts, clasping her hands under her chin. "How long have you and Charles been fucking?"

Peter chokes on his wine. The table is utterly silent, and everyone's face carries the same shocked expression. And, wow, you've pictured this moment dozens of ways and hundreds of times, but honestly, this one was rare form. But after everything, especially today, caution was once again to the wind.

"About 6 months," you calmly answer, reaching for your glass. "Give or take."

"You bitch," she hisses. "Are you not even ashamed of yourself?"

"Are you not going to address Charles in the slightest, or is it just y/n's fault that they have sex?" Clara asks, and Mirabel and Oliver can't help the snicker in their chests. Sammy takes another piece of salmon from the middle platter.

"Yes, I could have said something," you mull.

Emma looks around, utter disbelief on her face as it seems everyone's refusing to intervene on this one. You can't blame them, and those who did know, well, their wine glasses are filled.

Emma gets up from the table with a curse of Charles's name and a disgusted look your way, and Clara clears her throat.

"So, anyone have any recommendations for clubs in Miami?"

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff

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agentoffangirling · 1 month

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I'm really glad Once Upon a Time ended in 2018 cause oh my god, if they had their hands on Disney characters now?

Raya would randomly show up in the middle of the season to beef with Regina cause it turns out she's the person who really turned everyone to stone

Luca is actually the son of Ariel, and the queerbaiting that would commence between him and Alberto??

Mirabel's true parents are Rumplestiltskin and Ember from Elemental, who's actually Mei Lee from Turning Red, who was cursed into a flame form by Zelena

Zelena cursed her cause Mei Lee was a red panda and Zelena always liked red pandas when she was younger, but Cora said no so now she has everlasting trauma whenever she looks at one

Buzz Lightyear is Emma Swan's one true love and Asha shows up as an end tag, revealing herself to be Snow White's evil adoptive sister

#once upon a time #ouat #emma swan #regina mills #killian jones #rumplestiltskin #disney #pixar

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alldancersaretalented · 2 months

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Project 520 Dance Studio

Adelynn ? Karli Heim Sasha Muratalieva

Queen City Dance

Annabel Speck

Seattle Storm Dance Troupe

Claire Clark

Shooting Stars Dance Studio

Karsyn Hernandez Malani Maliya

Stars Dance Studio

Hannah Burak Catherine Clayton Fabiana Pierleoni Elie Rabin

Starstruck Performing Arts Center KS

Kinley Winn

Steps Dance Center

Emmie Pitt

Studio Fusion

Harley Gross Juliet Anne Wydo

The Collaborative

Addison Cullather

The Company Space

Piper Perusse Stella Marcordes Vivian Marcordes

TheCREW

Isabella Tamayo

The Dance Collective DC

Eva Rogachevsky Quincy Thomas

The Dance Collective MD

Lyla Urban

The Dance Company of Los Gatos

Scarlett Blu Chloe Rose

The Vision Dance Alliance

Emily Polis

Utah Ballet Festival

Ruby Taylor

West Coast Dance Complex

Mila Barnett

Xtreme Dance Studio

Jocelyn Longroy

YYC Dance Project

Kinsley Oykhman

#dance #dancers

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milkcookiekin · 7 months

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(look before requesting!) DNI if you are: anti-lgbt, anti-semitic, pro-Israel, racist, ableist, pro-shipper, sexist, etc. you should know the drill by now.

ask boundaries: no nsfw asks for minors (this includes if their ages are not confirmed by any official media, but they are still clearly minors), no bathroom kinks, no noncon/cnc, incest/stepcest, pedophilia, age gaps, etc., if you ask for anything of the sort, you will be blocked.

(requests are currently open, it’s first come first serve!)

(I will only be taking 75 requests at a time, so I have time to work on all of them, so check the list to see if any slots are open! only request when requests are open.)

(the ones in the “currently working on” section are in order of which I want to finish first, the rest are not, so I can’t guarantee your requests will be done in order of when you gave me your request.)

(PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, do not request if requests are closed, especially if I’m not working as often!)

main fandoms:

omori

phighting! (taking a break from these so please don’t ask, you will be informed if you weren’t aware, but don’t push further)

splatoon (just the manga)

eddsworld

boboiboy galaxy

brawl stars

the promised neverland

the bfdi series (minus idfb)

encanto (will only take romantic requests for isabela, luisa, dolores, mirabel, camilo, bruno and i’ll throw in carlos just for fun. i will only take familial/platonic requests for everyone else)

currently working on:

1. zuka nsfw hcs

2. unrequited love with subspace!

3. biograft and reader fighting together!

will work on soon:

4. dom nsfw hcs!

5. shuriken and illumina w/ feminine!male!reader (separate)

6. yandere subspace x human!gn!reader

7. katana relationship hcs!

8. self aware scythe hcs

9. sub sword hcs

10. self aware darkheart hcs

11. phighters fighting and breaking up with their s/o (no I will not make a pun, fight me)

12. banhammer x wife!reader sfw and nsfw

13. army x reader

14. aloha x reader x mask

15. aviators x reader

16. ocho x octoling!reader

17. the broker smut hcs

18. edgar x isekai’d!reader

19. illumina x artist! reader

20. hyperlaser x traitor!reader

21. colt x rival!male!reader

22. colette x fem!reader who’s interested in her works

23. bottom darkheart hcs

24. husband medkit x reader hcs

25. self-aware firebrand hcs

26. scythe smut hcs (part 2)

27. illumina smut hcs

28. fluffy scythe hcs

29. kel x reader who likes writing, especially romance stories

30. broker general relationship hcs

31. platonic headcanons w/ icedagger

32. medkit hanahaki hcs

33. scythe flirting with her easily flustered s/o

34. boombox x autistic musician reader (platonic)

35. biograft w/ sibling reader

36. vine staff nsfw hcs

37. ray and emma (separate) x entp reader

38. illumina x reader angst

39. broker x medkit’s distant cousin!reader

40. young zuka relationship hcs!

41. ghostwalker x reader angst

42. windforce unrequited love hcs

43. traffic relationship hcs

44. pwnatious relationship hcs

45. rocket dating reader who’s affiliated with blackrock

46. dom and boombox (separate) w/ a bunny girl smut hcs

47. buster x reader nsfw hcs

48. bottom!pwnatious hcs

49. jesterspace x reader hcs

50. lawrie nsfw hcs

51. hyperlaser x fish-like!reader hcs

52. mortis x reader x colt hcs

53. traffic x feminine!reader

54. valk relationship hcs

55. follower!sword angst hcs

56. reader trying to be there for the main friend group after Mari’s death

57. fullscore trio x reader (separate) fluff hcs!

58. larry and lawrie (separate) dating hcs (no not with each other)

59. berry romantic headcanons

60. draco romantic headcanons

61. ray introducing reader to his family (modern au)

62. jealous fang and chester hcs (separate)

63. draco smut headcanons

64. werewolf!luisa x fem!reader (modern au)

65. platonic headcanons for tara and sandy (separate)

66. bibi x reader friends to lovers hcs!

67. boboiboy ais x reader fluff

68. adu du hcs!

69. real world aubrey x reader hcs!

70. bobble hat trying to help with reader’s awful sleep schedule!

71. four x reader relationship hcs!

72. two x reader relationship hcs!

73. tree x reader relationship hcs!

74. hachi x reader hcs!

75. sandy x reader hcs

76. emz x reader hcs!

77. fanny x reader hcs!

78. fullscore trio x reader human world hcs!

79. loser x reader hcs

80. teardrop x reader hcs

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humblefryingpan · 5 months

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I feel like so many shows make the worst people the main character and rely on people rooting for them just bc they're the main character

(This is a long ass really bitchy post about lots of fandoms I'm in sorry in advance if you choose to read this. Also these are just my opinions, please don't be mad at me 😅)

Once upon a time - Emma Swan screws Regina over billions of times (if you put up your child for a closed adoption, that means you can't go steal him back because his new mum is a bit mean to you??) but whenever Regina is an asshole back (or a lot of the time when she didn't do anything) she's the "evil character"

How I met your mother - Ted Mosby is full of himself, never developed as a character and doesn't really care about any of his friends feelings.

Batman - Bruce himself. What the fuck, why does he treat his kids like that??? Tim's 16th birthday? In some older comics he punched Dick? Also he's a ✨billionaire✨ in a city that's such a mess and never tried to help with that (to my knowledge)

Heathers - Veronica is a bad person that acts like she's amazing. No one in this is really meant to be a fully good person though so moving on.

Hazbin Hotel - I know I'm meant to root for Charlie's dream but holy shit can she stay out of other people's business for once? Her "rehabilitation" is peer pressure from an adult woman who acts like she's 12

Miraculous Ladybug - Marinette is a literal stalker. She's such a an awful person and I swear every season I've watched she's got worse. Just because you're a "hero" doesn't mean your life is more important than someone else's

Most Alice Osman books - Angel from IWBFT, Francis from radio silence, I forgot her name because I didn't get that far in but the girl from loveless, all drive me crazy. They're so self centered (Francis sees someone crying and immediately makes it about her?)

Also Ted from the lorax (self centered and a bit creepy), Harry Potter (billionare wizard chad), Mirabel from encanto (self centered and victim complex) and most anime protagonists

And there are a bunch of shows where the asshole main characters are intentional they still get so much more development than these people (blitz from Helluva boss, the main character in doki doki literature club, etc)

#main character #batman #once upon a time #how i met your mother #heathers #hazbin hotel #miraculous ladybug #alice oseman #the lorax #harry potter #encanto #helluva boss #doki doki literature club #rant post #sorry for being a hater #sorry for the rant

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yellowcry · 7 months

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So, a few months ago I was listening to "Google sings We don't talk about" which later inspired me to write reaction fic that wasn't exactly finished

I remember about it, so... That's just a random dialogue heavy craziness.

Original Song link

Mirabel blinked from the bright flash. A second before she was coloring with Antonio and now she was in a strange room with a strange black...paper? (or whatever it was) and a couch.

"Okay, what's going on?" Camilo winced, looking around.

"I was working and... Uh... Just got here?" Luisa spread her arms unsurely as she bit her lip.

Mirabel looked at everyone. The whole third generation except Antonio was here with Tío Bruno, who was knocking on the wooden table. Mirabel sighed, knowing that ot was extremely normal for him.

"But really..." Isabela sighed, "What's going on?"

"Oh, well, hello." They all starled at the unfamiliar voice.

"Okay, and who are you?" Camilo crossed his arms.

"Ah, nobody." They shrugged indifferently. "So, you're going to react to a song"

Luisa raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Mirabel looked around. "It doesn't make any sense. Also, are you crying?"

"Ah, that's normal, don't worry." The person threw their head back in their hands. "You just have to listen to a song. Basically, 'We don't talk about Bruno' was translated in google translate many times and it became crazy."

Dolores squeaked. "Goo.. Gogl what?"

"Oh!" Bruno smiled, "I saw it in a vision once. It's a robot that translates stuff."

Five grandkids blinked at Bruno with faces like "What the hell are you talking about?"

Mirabel sighed, fixing her glasses. "Okay, so... We'll listen to some random human being, and react to a song?"

Bruno smiled awkwardly. "Seems like completely sane behaviour for me"

Isabela rolled her eyes. "Tío, we all know that sane is the antonym to our family."

Dolores nodded, obviously agreeing with this statement.

The six of them spread out on the sofa, staring at the monitor, waiting for the song to start.

"Emma's hot barista, no no, no"

"Who is Emma?" Isabela raised her eyebrow.

"Emma's hot barista."

Mirabel looked thoughtfully. "Well, it's Tía's part..."

Luisa scratched her hands. Do you offer to ask her?

"Call the wedding (call the wedding)"

"I think she's getting married." Camilo smirked.

"I'm about to finish. No cloud, no CEO (no, no cloud no CEO)"

Bruno asked nervously, holding his hands together. "Uh, what is the CEO?" According to everyone's confused looks, he understood that no one actually knows.

"Ryan enters with a mischievous smile."

"Hala!"

"Are you sharing this, Cory?"

"Okay, who's all those people?" Camilo asked, tilting his head.

"I'm sorry, my heart, it's over!"

"Oh, sad." Bruno shrugged indifferently.

"'Santa' burgundy said"

"Who are all those people?" Dolores squinted, whispering as she desperately tried to understand what the hell was going on.

"It's like 'We don't talk about Bruno', but you're actually don't talk about Bruno." Mirabel pointed out, fixing her glasses.

"As he puts in"

"Overflowing brainholes."

"Grandma, take a nap."

"I feel like dad just wanted to get rid of Abuela." Camilo smirked, crossing his arms.

"Male hurricane"

Luisa sighed. "Okay, apparently Tía's hurricane can now create men."

Dolores let out a laugh. "That's how Camilo was born."

Camilo smiled, nugging her. "I probably should be offended, but being created in a hurricane sounds cool!"

"Happy day, but whatever..."

"We're not talking 'bout brunching, no, no, no."

"We're not talking 'bout brunching"

"Me, forgetting about the existence of lunch again be like." Luisa propped up her head.

Mirabel sighed. "Okay, that's definitely canon."

"Does it mean that Luisa was the one who sang?" Camilo asked, crossing his arms. "You better not, as it will mean that I wasn't created in a hurricane."

"Hey! Began to fear life and Bruno fell asleep."

"Wow, we finally remembered about Bruno." Isabela starled as the song finally mentioned her Tío.

"But I thought it's not going to talk about me?" Bruno sighed.

"I can always hear him tweet and tweet."

"Tweet?" Camilo raised an eyebrow.

Bruno waved his hand. "Oh, it's also something from the future. Hard to explain."

"When the sound of sand hits the wall,"

"Maniacal laughter"

"Uh... are you alright?" Isabela pursed her lips, and everyone stared at Dolores.

Dolores looked away nervously.

"He is a minor terrorist."

Bruno put his arms into pockets. "Wow, rude."

"Grandma and the family are always noisy."

Dolores sighed, leaning back on the sofa. "I have no words to describe it better."

"Oh, cmon, it's not that bad." Isabela rolled her eyes.

"I hear everything. And this family is the loudest in the whole Encanto."

"War irritates our emotions. You know."

"It's a two-meter-shaped figure with a mouse on it."

Bruno pursed his lips. "I'm going to assume that this is about someone else. I mean, I don't even have mice. And the only two-meter-tall person I know is Luisa."

"I'm not. A bit shorter than this." Luisa shrugged, pointing this out.

"When you write your name, everything goes wrong!"

Camilo raised his head. "Okay, so I won't write my name."

Mirabel rolled her eyes. "And you're going to use this as an excuse not to write exams, are you not?"

Camilo put his hand on his chest dramatically. "How could you assume something like that?"

"He definitely would," Dolores nodded.

"Yes, he has a dream about you and... congratulates you for crying."

"Uh, congratulations?" Bruno said it unsurely, clapping his hands. "You can have... Okay, I don't really have any prize"

"Emma's hot barista, no, no, no"

"Emma's hot barista"

"And Emma is back." Mirabel sighed.

“Tell me my fish will die.”

“Why would you even ask for this?” Isabela looked confused.

“Yes, I'm dead.”

Wait, how is it related?” Luisa asked.

“Ah, it's nothing unusual." Bruno shrugged. “Typical Wednesday”

“My appendix hurts like no other!”

Mirabel tilted her head. “Maybe you should go to Mami."

“Her hair is messy! See, it's really messy.”

Mirabel crossed her arms. “I feel insulted.”

Camilo smirked. “Sorry, prima. Not our fault.”

“Well, at least I'm brushing them instead of shapeshifting.”

Luisa laughed. "Tia've gone so crazy trying to brush him when we lost our gifts."

“Literacy with the help of teachers”

“Tell me my thirst for life”

“Growing plants and causing chaos,” Dolores reminded.

"Obviously,” Isabela gave her a smug expression.

“I will stay in covenant and repent.”

“Excuse me?” Isabela rolled her eyes.

Mirabel sighed. "It's literally impossible"

“Tell me my skills are better in connection to Winnie the Pooh.”

Luisa shook her head. “Now we have some yellow bear.” She clasped her palms together. “At this point, we can create a list with all those random people.”

“At least marijuana.”

Mirabel's eyes widened. “It's Abuela's line.”

A wave of awkward laughter spread across the room.

Dolores sighed. “I'm not even surprised."

“I thinks.” he is the man of my dream"

“At least something is normal,” Mirabel exhaled.

“I'm busy. I have other interests.”

“Forget it.” Mirabel whispered before Dolores hissed at her.

"I'm my own person.”

“Hello CC.”

“Uh, what kind of name is it?" Camilo gave a skeptical look at the screen.

Bruno smiled agilely. “Oh, it's a child from FNAF”

Luisa sighed. "You realize that it doesn't make anything clearer for us, right?”

“I don't like you.”

“Bunny”

“What?” Isabela spoke. “How does it even relate to this mess?”

Luisa muttered. “Why are you even surprised? I completely lost it on the fourth line.”

“Yes, chocolate mountain.”

“Okay, now it's just a set of random words,” Camilo said, crossing his arms.

“That's all I know about Bruno.”

“What a great amount of information!" Mirabel rolled her eyes sarcastically.

“Wait, you have a chocolate mountain?” Camilo looked at his Tio, interested. “Can I have it as a prize for crying?”

Bruno shrugged. “Never heard about this before, sorry, kid.”

“Give me the truth and all honesty, Bruno.”

“Isabela, your girlfriend's here!”

Isabela smiled as she put her hands on her sides. “I like this line way more than 'Isabela, your boyfriend's here.”

Mirabel hit the table suddenly. “I get it! Emma is your girlfriend.”

She let out a laugh. "Well, they called her 'hot'”

“Time to dump her.”

“Well, those were fast relationships,” Dolores spoke, tilting her head.

Isabela huffed in annoyance. “Cmon, give me at least some time.”

(repeating the song)

WHERE IS IT

Dolores winced at the sudden screaming.

“In our Bruno show”

Do you mean where he congrats us for crying?” Luisa asked,shaking her hand.

“And gives us a chocolate mountain,” Camilo added.

“Why are you talking about Bruno?”

Bruno smirked. “The fun part is that almost no one talked about me. Especially compared to the original.”

“Is there a way to hear it?” Luisa asked, interested.

“Weren't you there when we singed it?” Isabela gave her a puzzled look.

“Uh, yes, but I was mostly having a mental breakdown over losing my gift.” She reminded, scratching her hands.

“Bruno doesn't call”

“Considering that he was in the walls when we sang it, he really doesn't call to anyone,” Dolores reminded.

“I never should give birth to Bruno.”

Bruno pursed his lips. “Ouch-”

“What a great line to finish." Isabela scoffed.

“I mean, I really shouldn't give birth to my uncle...” Mirabel shrugged awkwardly.

#crack fic #sorry i had to do this #encanto #bruno madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #fanfic

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disneyswiftpolls · 1 year

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Disney Princesses as Taylor Swift Songs

The criteria: Most of these songs won't be a perfect match, so go by whatever criteria speaks to you: the lyrics, overall vibes, the story behind the song, your own interpretation of the song, etc.

Since this is for a playlist,songs won't be repeated. So once a song wins for one princess/heroine, it is no longer eligible for future polls.

Spotify Playlist

Winners

Snow White - "Out of the Woods"

Cinderella - "Enchanted"

Aurora - "Lavender Haze"

Ariel - "Speak Now"

Belle - "When Emma Falls in Love"

Jasmine - "King of My Heart"

Pocahontas - "willow"

Esmeralda - "I Know Places"

Megara - "Labyrinth"

Mulan - "The Man"

Jane - "Fearless"

Kida - "The Archer"

Giselle - "Today Was a Fairytale"

Tiana - "Change"

Rapunzel - "Mine"

Merida - "mad woman"

Elsa - "Castles Crumbling”

Anna - "You're On Your Own, Kid"

Elena - "Only The Young"

Moana - "A Place In This World"

Raya - "Bad Blood"

Namaari - "this is me trying"

Sisu - "The Lucky One"

Mirabel - "Anti-Hero"

Tinkerbell - "cardigan"

Wendy - "seven"

Alice - "Wonderland"

Eilonwy - "Long Live"

Anastasia - "Beautiful Ghosts

Thumbelina - "Message in a Bottle"

Odette - "the lakes"

Vanellope - "Glitch"

Asha - "Starlight"

Lilo - "Shake It Off"

Nani - "Safe & Sound"

Jessica Rabbit - "Call It What You Want"

Sally - "Haunted"

Fiona - "But Daddy I Love Him"

#taylor swift #disney #disney princess #taylor swift x disney #polls

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foreverydinger · 9 months

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Tony's Christmas List 2023

Ian: @ianthedisastrous

A locket with one side showing the date the letter from Ian's publisher's first letter of acceptance and the other side being their first selfie together post-curse

Eilonwy: @eilonwy-notjustgirl

Paper stars ornament! They each have a face drawn on them and inside is either a wish Tony has for Eilonwy or a secret he wanted to share with her during the curse. She's welcome to open them if she'd like or she can keep them inside the ornament.

Mim: @madmagicmim

Long-necked goose stuffed animal for when you really need to get your frustration out!

Pip: @exsqueak-me

FAO Schwarz Glow Brights Disco Ball Plush with lights and sound

Jessica: @notbad-justsungthatway

Emma Frost Funko Pop figures! One human-passing and one diamond form. He couldn't decide which version to get so he scoured the internet for both (and now he can actually be open about giving her those comics)!

Julieta: @julicta

Handwritten recipe book of all of Harriet Rydinger's family recipes (and some added sticky notes thanking Juli for her help).

Errol: @hngrylikethewoolf

A Sherlock Holmes pipe (Errol gives him these vibes I'm sorry)

Willow: @halfawitch-willow

LEGO Icons Flower Bouquet set

Winston: @winndeavor

A tumbler for his iced coffee that says "Chaos Coordinator" (with the phonetic alphabet key) followed by "Someone who solves problems you never knew existed in ways that will blow your mind; See also: ninja; rockstar; legend"

Court of Miracles Coworkers (Jessica, Willow, Lucky, Susan, Gabriella, & Robbie): @notbad-justsungthatway @halfawitch-willow @bad-moon--rising @missxspider @gabriella-marino @robbie-ryeo

Bar in a Jar (Everything each of them need to make their favorite cocktails)!

SwynD&D Crew (Mirabel, Dipper, Ian, Eilonwy, & Penny): @waitingona-mirabel @thedipster @ianthedisastrous @eilonwy-notjustgirl @little-superstar-penny

Tony commissioned for everyone to get artwork of their characters (or the world/map for Dipper) as well as getting dice for everyone that matches their characters' vibes!

#[ christmas ]#[ gifts ]

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shinmiyovvi · 1 year

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CoD Zombies Salvatorix Crew Face Claims

I know I haven't talked about them for months now but this is the opportunity to give time for these bimbinis to shine again! Took me a bit but it was worth the try to find good face claims of the crew. Without further a do...

Louis Hofmann for Stefan von Hoffmann

Yes, they have the same last name but with a different spelling. I was looking for German actors on the internet just for starters to look for potential candidates until I saw Louis Hofmann. He caught my attention and went to look for other photos of him, observing and imagining him being Stefan's face claim so I quickly didn't choose any candidates. His face looks very calm and gives off an intelligent and calculating vibe to it which the two are one of Stefan's traits as a person and also a team leader to his crew.

Grigory Dobyrin for Gavrilo Petrović

Huge thanks to @maninthebox242 for showing me pictures of this man, he is so fine to look at 👉👈 Anyways, he may be Russian but who cares, saw his green eyes and his sexy beard and I was like "Fuck it, we ballin." and went to make him as Gavi's face claim. Now I cannot stay silent whenever I draw Gavi because I will daydream about him having Grigory as his fc.

Jericho Rosales for Marcelito Gonzalez

This struck me while thinking of some potential face claims for the crew and the first thing I was thinking about was for Marcel. As I was spacing out, my brain just went to remember that time I watched Bonifacio: Ang Unang Pangulo and remember Jose Rizal was played by Jericho Rosales. My mind just clicked and quickly made him as Marcel's fc with no other candidates available but only for Jericho. I chose him because of how I grew up just seeing him from any telenovela series that I binged watch every afternoon or every evening, depending on the series' schedule.

Adrien Brody for Lorenzo Beneventi

I mentioned this from the Main Ocs that Adrien was the first one that I had on mind for Dragomir but I disregarded it and make it for Lorenzo's. His facial structure was the driving force of me to make him as Lorenzo's face claim and also the fact that I watched Peaky Blinders and remembered him makes me think about a Mafia Au for our Italian boi.

Junichi Okada for Ryuji Tanaka

This was a very hard decision I had since I chose three candidates for Ryuji's face claim, that being Shun Oguri, Joe Odagiri, and Junichi Okada. I turned Shun as a reserve for now until I am left with Joe and Junichi. Both are present in war movies that I've watched before (Junichi was a Japanese pilot in The Eternal Zero while Joe was an IJA officer in the movie My Way). Both played their roles phenomenally but Junichi begins to grow in me considering that he has a similar facial hair with Ryuji.

Stacy Martin for Rochelle Levesque

The very first actress I laid my eyes on while searching for French actresses and I gotta say, her facial structure is what I wanted Rochelle to have. She has that cute yet beautiful face of hers and how her eyes looks very dreamy and elegant to look at. This will also apply to Primis Rochelle but since her Ultimis counterpart is a member of the Salvatorix Crew so I had to put it here.

Anna Kendrick for Mirabelle Hawkins

I have some other candidates with me like Elizabeth Olsen, Emma Stone, and Scarlet Johnson but I stumbled upon Anna Kendrick and went to search about her on the interest. I never imagine she was part of the Pitch Perfect series and the one who sang Cups (Where everyone uses a cup while singing it and it was a thing before). Her eyes was the key factor of making her as Mira's face claim as it has a slight dark bluish shade on her eyes.

#call of duty zombies #cod zombies #codz #cod zombies oc #codz oc #original character #shin's bimbinis #salvatorix crew #salvatorix crew face claims #stefan von hoffmann #gavrilo petrović #marcelito gonzalez #lorenzo beneventi #ryuji tanaka #rochelle levesque #mirabelle hawkins

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cloudberry-sims · 2 years

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1600-1700 names list

I been collecting names for my decades challenged and I decided to share it. It has a bunch of different names in alphabetical order.

Not 100% sure how accurate these names are as I’m not a historian , but I like them.

Some names are “nicknames” or a variation of the same name, like Faye is from Faith ,Orelia is from Aurelia and Sisely from Cecilia/Cecily.

Some names are Shakespearean , Puritan/Virtue names , American Colonial and perhaps a Arthurian here and there.

Female names:

Abigail

Adilene/Adeline

Adrian/Adrianne/Adriana

Afra

Agatha

Agnes

Alice

Aliena

Althea

Amanda

Amelia

Amie

Amity

Amphilis

Anastasia

Andrea

Anis

Annabell/Annabella

Anne/Anna/Annie

Anthea

Aphra

Aquila

Arabella

Artemisia

Audrey

Augusta

Aurelia

Aurinda

Aveline

Avis

Ayala

Azaria

Azoah

Barbara

Barsheba

Basilia

Beatrice/ Beatrix/Bettrys

Berenice/Bernesia/Bernessa

Bethsaby

Betty

Bianca

Blanch/Blanche

Blisse

Blythe

Bridget

Candace

Caroline

Cassandra

Catherine

Causeanger

Cecilia/Cecily/Cicely

Chantal

Charis

Charissima

Charity

Charlotte

Chloe

Christabella

Christian/Christina/Christiana

Clary

Clemencie/ Clemence/Clemency

Clorinda

Constance

Cornelia

Cressida

Cynthia

Deborah

Deodate

Desdemona

Desire

Dessorell

Diana

Dido

Dinah

Dionise/Denise

Dionyza

Divinity

Dolabella

Dolora

Dorcas

Dorothy/Dorothea

Easter

Ebotte

Edith

Edna

Edonie

Effemia

Eleanor

Elise

Elizabeth

Ellen

Ellois

Ely

Emilia

Emma

Eppie

Esther

Etheldreda

Eunice

Euphanie

Evadne

Eve/Eva

Faith

Fanny

Fanstine

Faye/Fay

Felicity/Felice

Florence

Fortune

Frances

Francisca

Fronia

Gartheride

Georgette

Georgine

Gillian

Gilot

Gonerill

Good

Grace

Grisell

Gwenhoivar

Hannah

Harriet

Haven

Helen/Helena

Henrietta

Hermione

Hester

Hezekiah

Honesty

Honor

Honoria

Hope

Humility

Ida

Idonea

Imogen

Irelee

Irene

Iris

Isabella/Isabel

Isolde

Iva

Ivette

Jacobina/Jacobine

Jane

Janikin

Jemima

Jennette/Jennet/Janet

Jeronomie

Joan

Joanna

Jocatta

Jocosa

Jonee

Joy

Joyanne

Joyce

Judith

Juliana/Julia/Juliet

Karissa

Katherine/Kathleen

Kezia/Keziah

Kitty/ Kitlyn

Kloe/Khloe

Koreen/Korinne

Laura

Lavinia

Leah

Leticia

Lettice

Love

Luce

Luciana

Lucretia

Lucy

Lydia/Lidia

Mable

Magdalen

Maggy

Magnolia

Margaret

Margery

Marian/Marion

Mariella

Marina

Martha

Mary

Matilda

Maud

Mercy

Mildred

Millicent

Milly/Millie

Mirabel

Miranda

Modesty

Monica

Muriel

Myra/Myrah

Naomi

Nazareth

Nell

Nerissa

Nola

Octavia

Odelle

Olivia

Ophelia

Orelia

Orinda

Pain

Patience

Pauline

Penelope

Perdita

Petronella

Philippa

Phillis

Phoebe

Pleasance

Primrose

Priscilla

Prudence

Rachel

Rawsone

Rebekah/Rebecca

Remember

Rhoda

Robin

Rosalind

Rosaline

Rosamond

Rosanna

Rose

Ruth

Samantha

Sarah

Saskia

Sebeliah

Selah

Selina

Silence

Silvia

Sisely

Sitha

Skyler

Sophia

Susanna

Sustillian

Sybil/Sibilla

Syntha

Tabitha

Tace

Tamar

Tamora

Temperance

Theodora

Theodorien

Theodosia

Thomasin/Thomasina/Thomasea

Timandra

Titania

Trinity

Trothe

Tryphena

Ursula

Valentine/Valentina

Valeria

Vecula

Venetia

Verely / Verily/Verity

Veronica

Viola/Violenta

Virgilia

Virginia

Virtue

Winifred

Wulfhild

Wybetha

Zelda

Zipporah

Male names:

Aaron

Abacuck

Abraham

Adam

Adlard

Adrian

Alan

Albert

Alexander

Alveredus

Ambrose

Anchor

Andrew

Annanias

Anthony

Archibald/Archbad

Archilai

Aristoteles

Arnold

Artemas

Arthur

Asa

Ashley

Atkinson

Augustine

Augustus

Austin

Bainbridge

Baldwin

Barnabas

Barnard

Bartell

Bartholomew

Bardolph

Basil

Bellingham

Benedict

Benjamin

Bennett

Bertram

Bevil

Blaise/Blais

Bradford

Brian

Cadwallader

Cesar

Charles/Charlys

Chadrick

Christian

Christopher

Chroferus/Chroseus

Ciriacus

Clement

Clifford

Conrad

Constant

Cornelius

Cosmo

Court

Cotton

Cromwell

Cuthbert

Cutlake

Cyrano

Daniel

Dary

David/Davide

Demes

Denton

Denys/Dionise

Didimus

Digory

Don

Drugo

Dudley

Ebenezer

Ebulus

Edric

Edi

Edmund

Edward

Edwin

Egedius

Eli

Elias

Ellis

Eloy

Emanuell/Emmanuel

Emericke

Emery

Emmett

Enoch

Erasmus

Ethan

Eustace

Evan

Everard

Ezrah

Fabian

Fairfax

Faustinus

Felix

Francis

Frank

Frederick

Fleance

Fulk

Gabraell/Gabrell/Gabriel

Galileo

Gamalie

Garmayne

Garnett

Gavan/Gawen

Gentile

Geoffrey

George

Gerlick

Gerrard

Gideon/Hedeon

Gilbert

Giles

Gillam

Gobind/Govind

Goodwell

Godfrey

Gottlieb

Goughe

Gregory

Grenville/Grevill

Griffin/Griffith

Guy

Hamond

Hannibal

Hansse

Harman

Harry

Harvard

Hector

Helegor

Henry

Hercules

Herrick

Hieronimus

Hiram

Hobbes

Holland

Howell

Hugh

Humphrey

Ilia

Ingram

Isaac

James

Jarret

Jasper

Jenkin

Jeremiah

Jeremy

Jerome

Jesse

John

Jonathan

Joos

Jordan

Joseph

Joshua

Josias

Justinian

Kaherdin

Karl/Karel

Kenelm/Kenhelm

Kip

Kolby

Lambert

Lancelot

Lawrence

Leonard

Lewis

Lucas

Lynoell/Lionel

Machutus

Manasses

Mark

Marmaduke

Martin/Marton

Matthew

Maurice/Morrice

Melchior

Meredith

Michael

Miles

Morgan

Moses

Nathaniel/Nathaniell/Nathan

Newton

Nicholas

Ninion

Nivinius

Noah/Noe

Noble

Octavius

Odnell

Oliver

Osmund

Ostyn

Oswin

Oswold

Ottewell

Owen

Paschall

Patreas

Paul

Pawll

Percivell/Pesevwell

Peter

Phillip

Pierce/Piers

Phineas

Prospero

Quince

Quinton

Quivier

Ralph

Randall

Randolph

Raphael

Rees

Reginald

Renold

Reyvell

Richard

Robert

Roger

Roland

Roman

Royal

Rymon

Salamon

Sampson

Samuel

Sander

Schuyler

Sebastian

Seraphim/Seraphimus

Septimus

Seth

Shadrick

Silvester

Simon

Simond

Stephen

Taz

Ted

Tedde

Thadeus

Theodosius

Thomas

Timothy

Titus/Tito

Tobias

Trenton/Trentin

Tristram

Tunstall

Turner

Ucentius

Umfray

Uswald

Valor

Valentine

Vandyke

Vaugn

Vernon

Victor

Vincent

Walter

Warham

Watkin

Wiggett

Wilfred

Willing

William

Wine

Wombell

Wymond

Zachary

Zephaniah

#name lis #sims name list #historical names

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