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Human Names from Pokémon

Like how Robin, Leo, Raven, Kitty, etc. sound like animals using different languages, and names like Goldie can have ties if the namer so wishes. Same works here! The Pokemon name itself can be a name or the more “namey” sounding version.

Under the cut will likely be long and always getting longer as it’s updated. Names will be organised alphabetically!

Some names have links to pkmn irl roleplay blogs of folk who use the name/have used the name with this as the reason. I won’t be tagging so if you’re interested go have a look!

Accelgor = Ellie, Cel, Elgor, Elgo

Aggron = Aggie, Ron

Galeking (Japanese) = Gale, King

Stolloss (German) = Stoll

Amaura = Amaur, Maur, Mau, Maura, Maurrie

Amagara (French) = Ama, Magar, Magara, Gara, Ara

Amarus (Japanese & Korean) = Amar, Mar, Marus, Arus, Rus

Tundra (species name) = Tunny, Undra

Blissey = Bliss, Liss, Lissey, Sey, Issey

Caterpie = Caterina

Decidueye = Dec, Deci, Duey,

Arrow Quill (species name) = Quill

Delcatty = Del, Catt, Catty

Prim (species name)

Delibird = Del

Dudunsparce = Dud, Dun, Arce, Dudun

Deusolourdo (French) = Deus, Sol, Deusol, Lourdo, Solourdo, Solour

Dummimisel (German) = Dummi, Dumm/Dum, Imi, Misel, Isel, Sel, Ummi, Mimi

Land Snake (species name) = Lanake, Snand

Nogogochi (Korean) = Nogo, Nogogo, Gogo, Gochi, Gogochi, Ochi, Ogochi, Ogogochi

Nokokocchi (Japanese) = Noko, Nokoko, Kocchi, Kokocchi, Occhi, Okocchi, Okokocchi, Okoko

Espeon = Es, Esp, Espy/Espie (I get what it sounds like and some don’t like that term), Peon

Eifie (Japanese) = Eif, Fie

Evee (Korean) = Eve, Vee (Pokémon adventures reference too? :D)

Mentali (French) = Ment, Tali, Ali

Psiana (German) = Psi, Psia, Ian, Iana, Ana, Psian

Sun (species name) = Sun, Sunny/Sunnie

Feebas = Feebie, Bas

Flareon = Flare, Eon, Reon

Booster (Japanese & Korean) = Boost

Flamara (German) = Amara, Amar, Lamar, Ara

Pyroli (French) = Py, Pyrol, Li, Oli

Fletchinder / Fletchling = Fletch

Frillish = Frill, Rilli, Lish, Illish

Galvantula = Gal, Galvan, Tula

Glaceon = Glace, Eon, Ace, Ceon, Lace

Fresh Snow (species name) = Snow, Esh

Glacia (Japanese) = Cia, Acia, Lacia

Glaziola (German) = Glaz, Glazi, Ziola, Ola, Zio, Lazio

Geulleisia (Korean) = Geulle/Guel/Guell, Leisia, Eisia, Sia, Euelle/Euel/Euell

Givrali (French) = Giv, Rali, Ali, Li, Givra, Vral, Vrali, Ivra, Ivral, Ivrali

Goldeen = Goldee/Goldie

Gothitelle = Elle

Siderella = Ella

Hariyama = Hari, Riya, Yama, Hariya

Jolteon = Jo, Jol, Joel, Jolt, Teon, Eon

Blitza (German) = Blitz, Itza, Litz, Za, Blita, Blit

Jupithunder (Korean) = Jupi, Jupiter, Thun, Pith, Pithund, Pithun, Jup, Jupith

Thunders (Japanese) = Thunder, Thun, Ders

Voltali (French) = Volt, Ali, Tali, Li, Olta, Oltali

Karrablast = Karra

Kleoparda (Liepard in German) = Kleo

Kyurem = Kyu, Rem/Remy, Kyur/Kyure

Landorus = Dory, Lan/Lanie, Lando

Demeteros / Démétéros (German / French) = Demetreus, Demeter, Dem

Leafeon = Leaf, Eaf, Feon, Eon, Eafie/Eafe, Leafe/Leafie

Folipurba (German) = Foli, Oli, Pur, Purb, Purba, Urba, Lipur, Lipurb, Folipur

Leafia (Japanese) = Leaf, Fia, Eafia

Lipia (Korean) = Ipia, Pia, Lipi, Ipi

Phyllali (French) = Phyll/Phyll, Ali, Lali

Lileep = Lilee/Lily, Lil, Lee, Li

Litleo = Leo, Litly

Lumineon = Lumi, Lumie

Luxio = Lux

Luxray = Lux, Ray

Medicham = Medi, Dich, Dicha, Edi, Cham, Dicham, Medich

Charem (Japanese) = Char/Chare, Rem, Arem, Em

Charmina (French) = Charm, Mina, Armina, Armin, Charmin, Charmi, Armi, Min, Ina

Meditalis (German) = Tali, Talis, Alis, Dit, Ditali, Ditalis

Meditate (species name) = Tate, Medit, Dit

Yogarem (Korean) = Yo, Yoga, Rem, Garem, Em

Mienshao = Mie, Mien, Shao, Ao, Miensh, Miensha, Enshao

Bizodo (Korean) = Bi, Bizo, Zodo, Iz, Izo, Izodo, Odo, Biz

Kojondo (Japanese) = Kojo, Jon, Jondo, Jon Do (?), Kojon, Kojond, Jond, Ko

Shaofouine (French) = Shao, Shaofou, Fouine, Fou, Shaof

Shifùyòu (Mandarin) = Shifù, Fùyòu, Yòu

Wie-Shu (German) = Wie, Wiesh, Shu, Eshu

Mightyena / Poochyena = Yena

Milotic = Milo, Loti, Ilo, Oti, Otic

Panpour = Pan

Pansage = Pan, Sage, Pansie/Pansy

Pansear = Pan, Pansie/Pansy (possibly)

Pichu = Pi, Chu, Ichu, Ich

Pikachu = Pika, Achu, Pik, Pi, Chu

Pyroar = Py, Pyro, Ro, Roar, Oar

Pyroleo (French) = Pyro, Roleo, Leo, Rol

Raichu = Rai, Chu, Ai, Aichu

Roselia = Rose, Rosie, Elia, Eli

Roserade = Rose, Rosie

Sableye = Sable

Zobiris (German) = Iris, Zo, Biris, Ob

Sawsbuck = Saw

Haydaim (French) = Hay, Haydm, Daim, Haydem

Shelmet = Shely

Sprigatito = Sprig, Gati, Gatito, Tito, Titi, Rig, Gat, Spriga

Felori (German) = Fel, Feli, Lori, Ori, Eloro, Felo

Grass Cat (species name) = Cass, Grat, Cat

Myāohā (Hindi) = Myā, Myāo, Yāo, Yāohā, Āohā

Naoha (Korean) = Nao, Ao, Aoha

Niaoha (Thai) = Nia, Niao, Aoha, Iaoha, Iao

Nyahoja (Japanese) = Nya, Hoja, Nyaho

Poussacha (French) = Sacha, Acha, Poussa, Poussach

Sylveon = Sylvie / Sylvester, Veon, Eon

Feelinara (German) = Fee, Feelin, Linara, Nara, Ara, Lin, Inara, Inar, Eelin, Elina

Nymphali (French) = Nymph, Nym, Pha, Phali, Ali

Nymphia (Japanese & Korean) = Nymph, Nym, Phia, Phi

Tauros = Tau, Taur, Ros, Tauro, Auros

Kentaros (Korean) = Ken, Kent, Kentau, Kentaur, Kentaro, Taro, Aros

Kentauros (Japanese) = Ken, Kentau, Kentaur, Kentauro, Enta

Terrakion = Terra/Terr/Terry, Kion, Erra, Raki, Ion

Terrakium (German & French) = Kiu, Kium

Togekiss = Toge, Kiss/Kissie, Gex (I don’t know ok), Gek

Jubilee (species name) = Lee, Jubi

Torterra = Tor, Tort, Terra, Erra

Chelterrar (French) = Chel, Chelt, Terra, Terrar, Rar, Erra

Umbreon = Umbre, Reon, Eon, Bre, Breon

Blacky (Japanese & Korean) = Black, Lacky, Blac

Nachtara (German) = Nach, Tara

Noctali (French) = Noc, Noct, Tali, Octa, Octal, Octali

Vaporeon = Vapor, Va, Reon, Eon, Oreo, Oreon

Aquali (Japanese) = Aqua, Li, Ali, Quali

Aquana (German) = Aqua, Ana, Quana

Bubble Jet (species name) = Jet, Bubble, Blej (I don’t know okay)

Shamid (Korean) = Shamie, Amid, Sham, Mid

Showers (Japanese) = Ower, Shower

Wooloo = Woo, Woolie/Wooly, Loo (like Lou)

Moumouton (French) = Mou, Moumou, Mouton, Ton

Wolly (German) = Wol, Olly

Yanmega = Yan, Mega, Meg, Anme

Ogre Darner (species name)= Darner, Ogie

#names from pokémon #the other one is being done don’t worry.#brain’s making me play with a new character with it before I can finish the fairy list.#I will admit I’m dreading the grass one. No skipping the plant names now…

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justkindaoverhereobsessing · 4 years

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the stars always make me laugh (1/4)

Now complete! Here is chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, and the epilogue.

A year to the day after Ziva departs D.C. to return to Paris and reunite with her family, her newfound contentment is shaken by an unexpected loss. Tony and Tali are right where they belong—safely by her side—but she still finds herself feeling drawn to reflect on the past. She might just be able to use this new grief to bring peace to old wounds, renewing hope along the way for a future with her family... but only if she can find a way to let go of what haunts her.

Written as a combined response to two different challenge prompts; also available for reading on ff and AO3. This is angsty but will ultimately be soft.

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"And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure… And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, 'Yes, the stars always make me laugh!'"

—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

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January 7th, 2021

It's a Thursday morning when Tony gets the call.

He's working from home today, and he's nearing the end of a video conference when his phone buzzes—he looks down to check it and sees his favorite unflattering photo of Tim McGee on the screen. Paris is six hours ahead of Washington, where McGee presumably still is, which makes it… hmm. It's four in the morning there. He's probably not reaching out for a casual chat, then.

Something tells him to take the call.

"Sorry to be rude," Tony says quickly in French, looking back at his computer screen, "but there's an emergency I have to deal with. Let's go ahead and wrap this up for today and we'll talk progress next week, same time as usual—Félix, go ahead and email me that report, if you can. I'll check in when I'm back at the office tomorrow. Have a good morning, all of you."

Then he abruptly ends the conference; he cares very little if he comes across as impolite, because his thoroughly French team has always seen him as a hopelessly crass American anyway.

Tony hits a button on his cell, catching the call just before it would have gone to voicemail. "Why, if it isn't Tim-Tim-Timothy McGee!" he cries, jovial as usual even though he's a little apprehensive about the nature of the unexpected conversation. "What can I do for you?"

"Hey, Tony." McGee sounds tired, which is little wonder given the time difference. "Do you have a moment to talk?"

"Sure," Tony agrees, dropping the slightly mocking enthusiasm from his tone. "What's up?"

"I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to say it, okay?"

"...okay."

"There was an accident last night, and—"

"Who?" Tony can read between the lines—he doesn't have to hear the word "death" to understand that someone he knows has passed away.

"It was Ducky."

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Tony is on the phone with McGee for another fifteen minutes, getting all the details and committing them to memory as best as he can through his slight haze of shock. Though Ducky had always been the oldest member of their team and clearly couldn't live forever, he had seemed… invincible, somehow. He was an institution, something timeless and never-ending.

Of course, that had been an illusion, but still, it's strange to know that the vibrant old man is now just…

Gone.

The rest of the workday is spent processing all of this new information and making preparations. Tony can't imagine a world in which they wouldn't fly back to the States to attend the funeral, and though he hasn't yet talked to Ziva about it, he feels fairly comfortable arranging emergency bereavement leave from work and informing Tali's school that she'll be out next week.

Near the end of the call, McGee had asked if Tony wanted him to call Ziva, too, or if Tony wanted to tell her himself. Tony's answer was immediate: he knew without needing to stop and consider that telling Ziva in person would be the right thing to do.

It doesn't matter how much he hates having to give bad news.

Tony intends to do it tonight, once his wife is home from work… she has experienced too much loss in her life for him to be anything less than absolutely gentle in telling her about their old friend. There's no need to make it harder than it needs to be; an impersonal phone call across the Atlantic may have been an inevitability for Tony himself, but now that he knows, he wants to be there to hold Ziva's hand when she finds out, too.

He would give anything to spare her from as much pain as possible, and while he can't do much, he can do this.

Fortunately, the timing of McGee's call is decent—Tali has choir practice after school today, effectively speeding up the rest of the evening's schedule. By the time Ziva gets home, it'll nearly be dinner time, and bedtime will follow shortly after.

Tony doesn't want to delay giving Ziva the news, but he thinks it best to wait until Tali is safely tucked away. That way, they don't have to worry about putting on happy faces to keep from scaring her.

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As soon as Ziva walks in the door, she can tell that something is wrong. Tony looks tired or sad, or maybe both. He kisses her in greeting as usual, though, and when she gives him a questioning look, he answers with an almost imperceptible shake of his head. Later, she understands that to mean.

Ziva is concerned, but she trusts him.

Still, Tony seems eager to rush through Tali's evening routine, telling Ziva her unsettled feeling isn't merely a product of her typical anxiety… she's right, and something has happened or is happening still.

If she was Gibbs, she'd claim a gut feeling.

"Tony, is everything alright?" Ziva asks in a low, tense voice once Tali's bedroom door is shut for the night.

Tony shakes his head. "Let's go sit," he answers softly.

He leads her to the couch and she sits next to him automatically, her heart starting to race in a horribly familiar way. "Please just tell me, whatever it is," she murmurs anxiously.

Tony takes her hand. "Alright." His voice is gentle. "Just don't forget to breathe, Ziva, okay? I got a call from McGee today, and he had some bad news. Ducky was in an accident last night… he passed away this morning."

Ziva's pulse is thudding in her ears, and she focuses on the grounding anchor of Tony's hand on hers as she tries to internalize what he just told her. "An accident?" she echoes, sounding distant even to herself.

"Yeah…" Tony shakes his head and unexpectedly gives a quiet, incredulous laugh. The sound pulls Ziva out of her head a little, and she makes a conscious effort to squeeze his hand back as she waits for details.

He gives her a warm smile, recognizing the gesture.

"Honestly, it was the 'Duckiest' way that he could have died, I think," Tony explains. "He had apparently been out in Newfoundland exploring some continental fault thing, and on the way back, his plane hit some bad weather and ended up crashing. Palmer says it was very quick—Ducky never would have felt a thing."

Ziva nods, slightly faint but quickly getting over her shock. With any luck, she'll avoid a full-blown anxiety attack; the frequency of the attacks has decreased since she reunited with her family a year ago, but they'll always be a threat that she has to be prepared for.

Tony seems to understand that she's not quite ready to talk yet, so he keeps going. "There are worse ways to go, for sure, and I think Ducky would have wanted to spend his last minutes just as he did: coming from from an adventure in a tiny two-seater Bonanza. You know what I mean?"

"Yes… yes, I am sure you are right," she agrees, her voice steadier.

"I'm really glad that we got to see him recently, too. We had a good time, didn't we?"

"We did." A few months back, Ducky'd had a daylong layover in Paris on a trip to a remote area of Siberia, and they'd spent a very fun day showing him around the city. Their daughter had warmed to him quickly, which was hardly surprising.

"Hopefully Tali was old enough that she'll remember it, I think."

"Yes."

Tony pauses, and with his free hand, he reaches up to briefly caress his wife's cheek. "Are you alright?" he questions, concerned. "You're not saying much. I don't want you to pass out on me."

"I am—" Ziva stops in the middle of her sentence and takes two deep breaths. She had nearly said 'fine,’ but she's not, is she?

Ziva likes to think that she can be open and honest with Tony these days, as much as a lifetime of trials has given her the impulse to keep things to herself. The fact that Tony waits patiently for her to finish rather than interrupting tells her that she's right—she shouldn't shut him out.

Finally coming to a decision, she shakes her head. "No."

Tony nods. "I thought that might be the case."

"Are you?"

"Alright?"

"Yes."

"No. No, I'm really not. But I will be."

Tony's words suddenly pull a memory to the forefront of Ziva's mind, and she tilts her head for a moment, considering something.

Tony waits, a slight frown furrowing his brow.

"Come," Ziva decides finally. "There is something that I want to show you."

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A few minutes later, a bemused Tony watches from the doorway as Ziva digs determinedly through a box in the back of their bedroom closet. He knows what's in that box, and he knows that several identical boxes stacked neatly in the corner contain more of the same: Ziva's old journals from NCIS, dozens of them thoughtfully shipped to Paris by Ellie Bishop.

"Are you looking for one in particular?"

"Yes," Ziva answers, but she doesn't explain any further. After a few more seconds, she makes a noise of triumph and rises with one of the journals in hand.

"Found it?"

"I did."

She leads him back to the bedroom and sits on the bed, inviting him to sit next to her; Tony is relieved to see that while she definitely looks pained and tired, there are no obvious signs of an impending anxiety attack.

Once they're settled, Ziva gently—almost lovingly—pats the cover of the thin book. "This is one of my journals from late 2009 until early 2010."

"That's—"

"Shortly after I was rescued from the desert, yes."

Tony nods; it's not his favorite time to think about, and he knows it can't be for Ziva, either—so why did she pull this notebook in particular from the dozens of identical ones chronicling her experiences?

"Ducky was… helpful to me, in the aftermath of my rescue."

"He was?" Tony interjects in surprise. "You've never talked about that before."

"It is not a subject that I deeply enjoy discussing, something I am sure you can understand."

"Sure."

"Well, because I believe that sharing this memory will honor Ducky, I would like to tell you more about what he did for me."

"Are you sure?"

Ziva nods, and she keeps the journal clutched lovingly in one hand as she reaches over to lay a hand on Tony's thigh. "It has been a long time, and I think I am ready." She offers a smile—it's small and watery, but it's very sincere, and something about it makes Tony's own eyes start to sting.

He's been too busy to cry today, but he knows it's coming sooner or later. Ducky had been family for a very long time, and with this on top of that loss...

"Okay," he agrees roughly, clearing his throat. "Take it away. I'm all ears."

Ziva squeezes his thigh and then pulls her hand away, glancing down at the journal; this one will always be one she cares for above its brethren, because its painful content reminds her of how much she has overcome.

After a pause, Ziva opens it carefully.

Then, her voice surprisingly steady, she starts to read.

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January 7th, 2010

There is a reason that I have not penned an entry in quite some time; I have walked a difficult road these past months. Today, however, I was offered a comfort that I had not previously possessed the courage to ask for. If I have any hope of sorting through my own thoughts on the matter, though, I need to reconsider earlier events.

Before returning to Mossad more than half a year ago, I was faced with a dilemma that I had successfully avoided in my career before that point—that is, the dilemma of who to trust and who to side with when personal and professional obligations become hopelessly conflicted. I have already written at length about the choices I and the others made in the midst of that conflict.

Much has happened since then, but recent forced introspection has shown me an important connection between the difficulties of Michael's death and the horrors I endured after: a connection between who I was then and who I am now. That night, it only took a few minutes to change the course of my life: in that time, Tony and Michael fought, and Michael was killed. Every single one of us has had to deal with the consequences of those events ever since.

At the time, I let my anger and my grief consume me, destroying all vestiges of rationality in my thoughts and decisions. I followed that pain to the Horn of Africa, hurting and reckless and prepared for death.

Of course, I did not die, and that has brought consequences of its own… consequences that I am only now beginning to come to terms with.

In the wake of Michael's death and doubly so in the wake of my experiences in the desert camp, I found myself vulnerable. For the first time in my life, I'd been forced to acknowledge my heart and acknowledge its fragility. It could be bruised. It could humiliate me. These were things that frightened me, because I knew from recent experience that they could—and likely would—be used against me. My fear led me to withdraw, to hide again; acknowledging my own weakness demanded far less bravery than I would have needed to share that vulnerability with my friends.

I defaulted to an old defense mechanism. I leaned on ability borne of long experience to simply feign contentment. I passed my psychological evaluations, I sent my resignation to Abba, and against all odds, I was instated as a probationary special agent at NCIS. After a time, my colleagues stopped watching me when they thought I could not see, waiting for me to fall apart. I had convinced them that I was alright; perhaps I even convinced myself some of the time, too. Maybe I was not yet as 'fine' as I seemed to be, but I was sure that in time, I would reach a point where my conscience felt as carefree as my forced smile looked to those who loved me.

Darkness, however, is difficult to chase away with one single flickering candle, lit only by the flame of my own exhausted determination. My candle burned low, worn down over time, and I found myself in need of help. I alone could not summon the light that had long since fled my tired soul.

Though I did not know to whom I should turn, fate helped a friend to find me. It was—of all people—Ducky. In many ways, he is something of a saba* to me, the kind that I wished for as a child. Even so, I would not have thought to seek him out as a confidant. I see now how remiss I was in taking him for granted as I have sometimes done. It turns out that he was just who I needed.

He found me this evening in the midst of… I do not know how to define what I was feeling. I can only say that I was lost in a moment of weakness. At the time, being seen that way was humiliating, but now, several hours later, it feels serendipitous.

Ducky and I spoke quite candidly then… I will not record the details of the conversation here, because I feel in no danger of forgetting what was said. I am confident, however, that today marks something of a new beginning for me. There is still so much to sort through and process, but the shadows already feel less dim.

Today, I invited a friend to see my darkness, and despite what he saw, he did not pity me; he only held my hand and lit another candle.

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*saba = "grandfather" in Hebrew

#ncis fanfiction #tiva #tivali #tony dinozzo #ziva david #tali david-dinozzo #ducky mallard #timothy mcgee #cynthia writes stuff too #this is for two more biscuits challenges that i got way too committed to lol #parts two through four are already planned out and half written #they'll be posted shortly #hurt/comfort #angst but ultimately soft

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