Kaisa: Finnish form of Katherine, from the Greek name Αικατερινη (Aikaterine); etymology debated; it could derive from the earlier Greek name ‘Εκατερινη (Hekaterine), which came from ‘εκατερος (hekateros) “each of the two”; it could derive from the name of the goddess Hecate (associated with witchcraft, crossroads, tombs, demons and the underworld; from the Greek ‘Εκατη (Hekate), possibly derived from ‘εκας (hekas) meaning “far off.”) Or it could be related to Greek αικια (aikia) “torture”; or it could be from a Coptic name meaning “my consecration of your name.”
Hester: Latin form of Esther, possibly means “star” in Persian. Alternatively it could be a derivative of the name of the Near Eastern goddess Ishtar (meaning unknown), also identified with the Sumerian goddess Inanna, (possibly derived from Sumerian (n)in-an-na, “lady of the heavens.”)
Kyrillion: From the Greek name Κυριλλος (Kyrillos) from Greek κυριος (kyrios) “lord”, a word used frequently in the Greek Bible to refer to God or Jesus.
Sergi: Catalan form of Ancient Roman family name, Sergius, possibly meaning “servant” in Latin but most likely of unknown Etruscan origin. Could be after the medieval Russian spiritual leader, the Venerable Sergius of Radonezh, or the Saint Sergus who was a 4th-century Roman officer martyred in Syria with his companion Bacchus; they are the patron saints of Christian desert nomads.
Ragi: From Old Norse ragr meaning “craven, cowardly”.
Sayan Kötör: After the Sayan Mountains and the Sakha word for “bird.” (At one point John Parry, under his alias of Stanislaus Grumman, was believed to have been killed in an avalanche on Sakhalin.)
Kirjava: Finnish word for “multi-coloured” or “mottled” (also, figuratively, “chequered,“ as in a “chequered past.”)
A lady of the blood house has had her mind trapped in a strange alien body. She was hiding on the outskirts of her kingdom until she learns that an alien monster pretending to be her has taken her place. BRANDON GRAHAM (KING CITY, PROPHET, ISLAND) and MARIAN CHURCHLAND (BEAST) bring you sharp genderqueer knights, blood magic, death gods, astral projection, and a goose. Collects ARCLIGHT #1-4
Based on the hit Cartoon Network miniseries created by Pat McHale, brand-new adventures await Greg and Jason Funderburker as they explore the uncharted depths of the Unknown, and pick up a few unusual friends along the way. On the other side of the forest, the Woodsman’s daughter, Anna, begins her own journey and quickly learns what it takes to survive on her own, especially once she’s confronted by the Beast. Collects issues #1-4 of the Eisner Award-winning, ongoing series. Jim Campbell returns to write and illustrate Greg’s latest travels through the Unknown, and Anna’s story is brought to life by show co-writer Amalia Levari and artist Cara McGee.
Based on the hit DC Collectibles product line! As World War II rages across Europe, the Allied forces issue a call to arms for the greatest heroines the world has ever known! With an old villain arising from beyond the grave, Wonder Woman, Batwoman, Kara Starikov, Kortni Duginova and Mera must aid the Allied forces while at home, a brave group of Batgirls must defend the homeland!
The incredibly popular DC Collectibles line is brought to life in these stories that reimagine the course of history! From writer Marguerite Bennett (BATGIRL, EARTH 2: WORLD’S END) and featuring artists including Marguerite Sauvage (HINTERKIND), Laura Braga (Witchblade) and Mirka Andolfo (Chaos) comes DC COMICS: BOMBSHELLS VOL. 3 collects #13-18.
Collects The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl (2015B) #12-16.
Squirrel Girl takes Nancy to visit her mom in Canada! What could possibly go wrong, right? How about the return of a super villain not seen for more than a decade? One that will prompt the inter-species team-up you’ve been waiting for: squirrels and ants! And also Squirrel Girl and Ant-Man. It’ll be huge! Or tiny. Then, when Taskmaster strikes, with his uncanny ability to duplicate any super-type’s sweet moves, who will stand between him and total domination? You probably guessed Doreen Green, but you’re wrong! It’s actually Nancy’s cat, Mew! It’s a story of one feline, and all the feels. Plus: To celebrate the 25th anniversary of our unbeatable hero, her co-creator Will Murray returns to write only his second-ever Squirrel Girl tale — and he’s bringing the Hulk!
Between 1941 and 1945, Hitler was pummeled on comic book covers by everyone from Captain America to Wonder Woman. Take That, Adolf! is an oversized compilation of more than 500 stunningly restored comics covers published during World War II, featuring America’s greatest super-villain. From Superman and Daredevil to propaganda and racism, Take That, Adolf! is a fascinating look at how legendary creators such as Joe Simon, Jack Kirby, Alex Schomburg, Will Eisner, and Lou Fine entertained millions of kids on the home front and buoyed the spirits of GIs fighting overseas by using Adolf Hitler as a punching bag.
Pantalaimon: Derived from the Greek elements παν (pan) meaning “all” and ελεημων (eleemon) meaning “compassionate” (i.e. “mercy for everyone”). Alternatively from παντελεία (panteleya), meaning “perfection.” Saint Pantaleon (also called Panteleimon), a doctor from Asia Minor, is a patron saint of doctors and midwives.
Stelmaria: From Latin Stella Maris, another name for Polaris, the North or Pole Star. Stella Maris was, from an early time, also used as a title of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Our Lady, Star of the Sea, in her capacity as a guide and protector of those who travel or seek their livelihoods on the ocean.
Anfang: German. “start, beginning, origin.” From Middle High German anvanc, anevanc, from Old High German anafang, Old Saxon “clutch, embrace.”
Salcilia: From Latin salsus, “salty” (both literally, and in the sense of witty or funny) and also a verb meaning “preserve with salt; sprinkle salt before a sacrifice.” The -cilia could be from Latin -cil (āre), combining form of calāre, “to summon, convoke.” This servant-boy’s name could therefore figuratively mean “to call for the salt.”
Sophonax: From Greek elements σοφία (sophia) “wisdom” & αναξ (anax) “master, lord.” (Possibly influenced by spelling of Greek σωφρων (sophron) “self-controlled, sensible.”)
Belisaria: Fem. form of Belisarius, the Latinized form of Greek Βελισάριος (Belisarios), possibly from Slavonic Beli-tzar “white prince” (the -sarius element being interpreted as coming from the old Slavic word tsesar or tsesari, which was derived from Caesar, thus giving Belisarius a “princely” connotation). This was the name of a famed Byzantine general and war hero.
Summery: You have been the Avengers intel person for a year now and one day after a long tiring 12 hours of work you accidentally get off on the wrong floor and accidentally hear something..
Warnings: Moans, Swearing (2 F words), mention of cat ear kink, mention of masturbation
Word count: 1,075
[So this is my first story I’ve written on here and also my first Y/N story format I’ve ever done. Grammar is my weak spot and I’m working on it but I really wanted to post this story so oh well. I hope you like it!]
You sigh as you tiredly stumble down the hall to your room not realizing you got off on the wrong floor. You just got back from a 12 hour day of repairing your bakery. It’s crazy that’s it’s been a year since you joined the Avengers as their intel girl.
You opened your bakery up 5 years ago as a safe place for mutants. But you never expected your bakery to become a place that everyone came too.. assassins, mob guys, mercenaries, hitters, bad guys, good guys, cops, you name it they come here. She didn’t mind all these different kinds of people coming to her place as long as they were happy and it was a safe environment. Everyone just leaves who they are at the door and just relax and enjoy baked goods and company. You didn’t care what someone’s back ground was outside your walls, everyone deserves a place where everyone puts differences aside, there’s not many places like yours.
You opened your bakery after years of being kicked out or denied service just because of your mutation. You were shunned for something you couldn’t control being. You were born a mutant, just like others are born with blonde hair or black hair, it wasn’t something you just chose. It was like you refusing to serve blond haired people because blondes make you feel uncomfortable or threatened. It’s not something they can control, it’s in their genes. You were sick of it, so you spent months scraping by, you moved into a apartment with the cheapest rent you could find and couponed the shit out of grocery’s. Finally you had enough to get the doors opened and food in the ovens, it took 3 rough months before you became a safe and popular spot that everyone just knew. Due to this you gathered a lot of intel daily on people and one day you over heard a certain billionaire and blonde super soldier arguing because of bad intel on someone they were looking for. You recognized their name right away and shyly tapped the tall super soldiers shoulder. He blinked in surprise when he looked down at you, you didn’t even bat an eye at his shocked expression, you were quite used to it by now, it’s not everyday you see a girl with cat ears and a tail. You had shyly told him that his intel he got was the decoy intel that is placed out there and told him true intel before continuing your way to the bakery. You jumped in surprise when a new voice asked you how you knew this intel, you quickly turned around and noticed there was a third gentleman hidden in the shadows next to the blonde super soldier. You shyly shrugged “With these sensitive ears you tend to hear things” you say gently flicking you right cat ear before turning and unlocking the bakery door.
You smiled remembering the first time you met Steve, Tony, and Bucky. Tony had come around your apartment that night offering you a intel job. It took months before they convinced you, you could choose what intel you shared and they respected your bakery and what it stood for. You also remember Tony forcing you to move into the Tower with the rest of the team because he refused to have a Avenger living in a dump like that. Although you knew tony was secretly worried about your wellbeing even if he refused to show it.
Yawning you quickly shook off memory’s of the past as you continued walking. It took you til you entered the training room to realize your on the wrong floor. “Really Y/N” you grumble to yourself, before stopping when your sensitive ears picked up on someone calling your name. You look around before seeing the light in the locker room on. Going over to the slightly ajar door you walk in and notice clothes on a bench and the sound of water. As your about to leave who ever’s showering to their showering you stopped dead in your tracks. “Y/N..Fuck” you heard Bucky moan in the shower. You stare wide eyed at the wall in shock. You would of never thought Bucky felt anything towards you, especially since it took 6 months for him not to tense up when ever you touched him. Bucky was always nice and sweet to you but very quiet and slightly withdrawn like he was with others but he never denied you cuddles. Yes it took him 6 months to finally get used to your affectionate personality but you were always patient and understanding with him. Sometimes when you were excited you’d forget to make sure it was okie before you hugged him or gave him a kiss on the forehead but you’d always apologize and he’d say it was fine. Surprisingly no one disliked your affection so you always got to cuddle, hug, and give kisses to the others, depending on the person would determine what affectionate kiss you could give, wether it be cheek, forehead, nose, chin, or mouth. With Bucky you always gave him forehead kisses to show him you care for him and you respect him boundaries. But as the last 6 months went on you could see Bucky getting more comfortable and involved with the team. He also became more playful and flirty like, as Steve would put it, the old Bucky. Your taken out of your thoughts of your friendship with Bucky when you hear him again. “Fuck Doll, such a good kitten for me” he moaned. Your knees almost gave out hearing him say that. You swallowed hard feeling your feline side try to come out. You decided to do something besides stand here like a creep and listen to your friend..no, CRUSH, pleasure himself. But you don’t have the confidence or balls to strip and join him. For all you know he could have a cat ear kink and thinking of you while getting off is better than some chick wearing cheap plastic ears, you can’t risk taking this the wrong way. So what do you do? The one thing you know how to do. You walk over to the wall next to his shower stall and lean against it just outside the curtain. “Y/N” Bucky moans. “You rang?” You casually sing out as a surprised super soldier jumps in shock and terror at your voice.
So Adrien is lying on his bed thinking about who His Lady could be in real life. He is tossing around a couple of ideas on who it could be. Plagg casually eats camembert not really caring. Then Adrien gets to thinking it is Marinette.
“What if it is Marinette?”
“The baker’s daughter that is good at designing? What makes you say that?”
“Well, they seem to be the same age, same height. Similar hair style… Same hair color…. Same… Eye color.” Adrien just starts connecting the dots.
“ Hey Plagg, can Ladybug change her hair and eye color when she transforms”\
“I am not sure about eye color, but i know Tikki can’t change hair color. Maybe a bit brighter, but not a massive change.” Plagg says as he finishes off the cheese.
“Now that I think about it. Marinette was pretty brave when she helped me deal with the Possessed Nathanael.(AN: I can spell his akuma nam for the life of me). She is pretty confident in what she does, and she is the class president. Marinette is pretty take charge.”
“But then why does she always seem so nervous around you? She is kind of weird.” Plagg says casually “But then again, bakery’s have cheese in a lot of their creations. I hope she is Ladybug. I could get so much cheese.”
Adrien closed his eyes as he imagined Marinette being Ladybug.
“I am not 100% if she is or isn’t Ladybug. But, I wouldn’t mind if she was.”
Of course Adrien is still thinking about it the next day during class. As class dismisses for lunch, Adrien drops a pencil as he is heading out and Marinette picks it up.
“Y-You dropped this.” She stutters as she smiles nervously.
“Thank you My lady.” He says on reflex. He
“L-lady?” Marinette is red and frozen in complete surprise
Adrien is like why did I do that, So he stammers an apology. Calling a classmate his lady is something you don’t do.
“I-I didn’t… I am sorry about that I guess I am not Feline…. Feeling well.” He says accidentally. Adrien is thinking he totally just f***ed up.
He just heads out of the room in utter embarrassment. Alya was there and goes to Marinette.
S: Definitely one of my favorites so far. Miles above Frybo.
L: Any final thoughts before you give me your rating?
S: Yeah, I’ve decided that the cats were actually extensions of Steven and not actual cats or they would have acted more… catlike. All they did was meow a lot and dislike water. Definitely a child’s imagining of what a cat is like, not an actual feline. That makes me feel better about… washing them away, as it were.
L: And the rating?
S: Oh this is hard. In terms of like… backstory and stuff, there was only a little. We learned about shape-shifting and got a little more information about teleportation, so I’d give it a 4 out of 10 for magic stuff.
S: But in terms of humor and creepiness and music it’s like a 7 or 8 out of 10!
L: So overall?
S: I guess probably a 6 out of 10? No, 6.5. I liked it a lot, but I definitely prefer the stuff that makes me think more.
L: Fair enough. People were really excited to see how you’d react to this one and Frybo.
L: Yeah, they’re a big change compared to the earlier episodes and it surprises most people.
S: That is very true. What else are they excited about?
L: I’m not telling. I don’t want to influence your expectations before we get there.
Prompt: a reveal fic featuring the lucky charm Mari gave Adrien in the Gamer?
This was honestly a really fun prompt! Thank you for suggesting it! Hope you enjoy! :)
“Cat Noir! Behind you!”
He ducked just in time to avoid a
filing cabinet tossed at his head. He winced, imagining the potential end
result of that collision. Just because he didn’t feel pain certainly didn’t
mean he was looking for a bludgeoning.
“Lucky Charm!” Ladybug
called out as his ring sounded a second warning. He’d already destroyed an
entire wall with his Cataclysm trying to beat this akuma, so perhaps Ladybug’s
powers would prove more effective.
When the spotted horseshoe dropped
into her waiting hands, he leapt at the akuma, ready to provide a distraction.
Thankfully, he didn’t have long to wait. She managed to wrestle the fountain
pen away from the akumatized victim and snap it in half. Once the akuma was
caught and purified and Paris
was set to right, he approached her with his first raised.
She smiled and tapped it with her
own fist, “Pound it!”
He grinned, bowing “Excellent
job as always, my lady.”
She folded her arms over her
chest, “You, too, kitty. Next time, watch your back, though!”
He chuckled, awkwardly scratching
the back of his neck, “Of course. Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she replied
with a soft smile, “We’re a team. It’s our job to keep each other
safe.” Another beep rang out from his miraculous, and she nodded, “Go
on. I’ll stay here to clean up.”
He pressed a kiss to the back of
her hand and leapt out the window, headed for home.
Ladybug helped the woman who’d
been hit by the akuma to her feet, gently explaining what had just happened. A
small flash of green caught her eye, and Ladybug knelt down to pick up the
dropped object, “Is this y-”
Ladybug froze, the question caught
in her throat. The woman answered with a no, but Ladybug was already expecting
that. Color drained from her cheeks as she turned the item over. Without a
doubt, this was the charm she’d given Adrien. Except, Adrien wasn’t here. She
would have certainly noticed if he’d been among those she’d evacuated from the
Tim gulped from where he was perched on the edge of a five story building across from the Gotham City Museum. Taking a deep breath, he slowly scanned the area; relishing the last few moments before committing his first solo crime. He stood tall, fingers drumming against his thighs in nervous anticipation. He shut his eyes and gave himself moment to simply feel. To feel the wind hitting his flushed cheeks, the concrete building trembling beneath him, and to feel his legs tense as they readied themselves for action. When his eyes opened again, he leapt, letting his body fall through the air with almost careless abandon.
A few seconds later, he landed softly on the roof of the museum and ran over to the skylight. After quickly setting up his rope and gear, he unlocked a panel and lowered himself to the ground. Being careful not to set off any alarms, Tim quickly glanced around.
‘Basic security system. Not many triggers. Have to be careful once I get closer to the displays, though.’ He paused upon noticing a small red light in the corner of his eye. ‘Two cameras to the left and three on my right,’ he thought as he smirked and stared straight into one. It wasn’t as if he needed to hide anyway. Behind the mask and goggles, no one knew who Stray was. No one outside of Catwoman and the teen himself, of course.
After locating his target-a nearly priceless ancient jewel that was recently recovered after being lost for centuries- he ran over to it, being sure to jump over or disable any triggers he noticed. Tim let out a small sigh of relief. As he reached out to remove the glass the jewel was protected by, a loud, blaring alarm rang throughout the building. Panicked, Stray glanced around to find what set off the alarms.
“Shit,” he cursed angrily after spotting the two small round sensors on either side of the long glass columns. “Now?! They chose now to install new motion sensors. Just my luck,” he grumbled angrily. Having decided not to spend his time whining and waiting for the authorities to catch him, Tim hurriedly smashed the glass and grabbed the jewel. He ran back over to the rope to quickly make his escape.