Lydia Name Puns

Hello! I have been thinking of changing my name for a while and I'm pretty set on Lydia but am struggling with middle name ideas and so I'm looking for opinions and suggestions. Here are some names I like:

Lydia Estelle

Lydia Elizabeth

Lydia Natalie

Lydia Scarlett

Lydia Rose

Lydia Faye

Personally I reckon Veteran Harry would make for a very gritty drama about the effects of war on our soldiers. And In The Little Wood would be primed for children's TV.

My partner and I have decided on Lydia for a first name, but we’re stuck on middles! Vibes we like: nature, strong meanings, feminist namesakes, French names, and nickname potential. Want to avoid: overt religious connotations, names starting with A. Last name is two syllables.

I like:

Lydia June (my favorite, but he’s lukewarm)

Lydia Iris

Lydia Florence (too much?)

Lydia Ivy

Maybes: Louise, Selene, Robin, Marie, Marceline, Helene

Honest opinions and suggestions would be so appreciated!

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Currently pregnant with our third baby and we are waiting until our child is born to find out their sex. We have a little girl named Lydia and a son named Silas. We kind of want to escape the biblical theme. We like feminine but not super common names. I already have a boy name picked. What girl names would go best with these names? Thanks in advance!

After seeing the news report that Lydia is losing out on work due to the SquidGame/SquidGaming issue I thought we could all come together to support her by coming up with some fun/new names for her instead - no mean ones please

Hello! I think we’ve landed on Lydia for a first name, but still considering middle names. We are hoping for a less classic kind of fun name. Middle names we’ve considered and like the vibe of but passed for different associations/incompatibility with last name include Winona, Hyacinth, Willow, Chloe.

Including the middle name it would be either: Lydia Irene Rosaline Faye

I like Rosaline better but I worry that it will get pronounced in all sorts of ways, I would pronounce it rose-ah-leen, but what would your first instinct be? Lydia is less likely to be mispronounced or misspelled, but I also can’t think of any good nicknames for it. Thoughts?

I am simply looking for some friends who wanna talk about literally anything and everything. I’m into a lot of different things, and I feel like I’m pretty relaxed… if you wanna know more about me, just send me a message! I’d love to learn more about you too! :D

We are fairly decided on Lydia for our first daughter, due in early December after much struggle and loss.

Now, we are trying to choose a middle name and would like something that honors family or reflects our joy at finally having a baby.

Our current contenders are:

Lydia Nancy (honor name)

Lydia Alice (double honor name) - I know the As may blend together, but if it's only used for special occasions is it really a problem?)

Lydia Joy (like the meaning - is it too "filler"?)

Others we have considered: Louise (honor name), Lenore (honor name), Belle (honor name, husband doesn't like it because thinks it sounds like Liberty Bell).

Last name is two syllables, sounds like Fissure.

What do you think of these names? Any other suggestions? Thanks!!

“It’s going to be alright, Di.” I lied to myself as I nervously pulled at the sleeve of my new shirt, thinking about where this all started. After an awkward visit to a thrift shop while covered in gore, a nice shower, a good night’s sleep, and a little planning; Bob and I were back on the road. “This is stupid.” Bob wasn’t a fan of the plan. “Well what are we supposed to do? Your vision is clearly about my sister, and she’s done a lot for me recently. I owe her.” Bob shook his head. “I get it. If I had a sister, I’d want to help her out too. But what she’s facing out there… If you saw…” I cut him off. “I’ve seen worse.” He nodded and we drove in silence for a long time.

“So this is the spot?” I asked, using my hands to block the sun from my eyes. “Yep, Little Sahara State Park. She’ll park right there…” He motioned to a parking spot in the corner of the lot. “…and walk into the dunes there around midnight.” I sighed. “Alright. We got, what… nine hours to kill? We may as well drive around town, see if we can find her early.” Bob closed his eyes and made his I’m watching someone die face. “I can do you one better. She’s at a hotel not far from here, just up in Waynoka.” My eyes lit up. “Got a room number and everything?” He nodded. “Yep. So why don’t we GAHHHH” He gripped the sides of his head tightly and fell to his knees.

“What… guhh… what the fuck?” He was suddenly out of breath. I put a hand on his shoulder. “What happened?” He looked up at me and winced, still holding his temples. “I… I don’t know. As soon as I thought about interfering my brain exploded. It was like, I don’t know. Like static, but louder than you can imagine.” I rubbed his back. “What does that mean?” He shrugged. “Never happened before. But to be safe you should probably leave me out of your plans.” I nodded. “Alright.” His brow furrowed. “I… I can see the vision changing. Oh… Oh no. Don’t GAAAAAHHHH!” He dropped to the ground clenching his temples again. “It’s okay. I’ll figure it out. Come on, I’ll drive.”

“Di? What the fuck are you doing here?” I rolled my eyes. “Nice to see you too, sis.” I pushed my way inside the room. “Rumor has it you’re going to get yourself killed tonight, L

(spoilers if you haven’t seen season 4)

In episode 9 of season 4, Lydia writes Stiles’ name on the end of the dead pool when they’re at Eichen. I was wondering why, i know someone will probably say that it’s bc he was about to die, but he didn’t, and he’s not a supernatural being so why would she write it down?

Any theories?

In the second book, we see Aunt Lydia be the first pillar at bringing Gilead down. Now based on how the show is going I don't think they can give any sort of revolutionary redemption to Aunt Lydia like there is in the Testaments. So my theory is what if Janine is promoted to an Aunt and then assumes the name Lydia as some sort if homage to her mentor and then works to bring down Gilead? Sure its not exactly like the book but its close enough and would would make much more sense show character wise. What do you guys think?

Hello everyone! I've got a WIP that centres around the conflict between two sisters. I've been throwing names around but I realised that the ones I like - Katherine, Elizabeth, Lydia - are all names of Bennet sisters from *Pride and Prejudice,* so I think I can only get away with using one of them.

I'm looking for longer, classic names, with lots of nickname options. One of the sisters was born in the late 90s, one in the early 2000s, but I don't want their names to sound to trendy for that era. It's also set in present-day England, if that's relevant.

Thanks so much for reading this - I really appreciate any help you can give! :)

Is there any proof that the list would be locked or something if there were any wrong tries?
If I were as smart as Lydia and Stiles, the first thing I would do is find the pattern and guess everyone who was already dead.

Am I missing something here?

Hi! We are still trying to narrow this down and I wondered if you could describe the personality, age and maybe appearance of a person with each of these names.

Adelaide

Celeste

Cordelia

Eliza (full name Elizabeth)

Fiona

Lydia

Penelope

Sylvia (maybe call her Sylvie sometimes)

Veronica (nickname Vera?)

Flora

Dorothea (nickname Thea)

Theresa (maybe Tess for short)

Hi all! First post and I’m a huge Austen fan and former English major. I also love names (I think because I love words). I asked something like this in namenerds, but I’m curious whether you would name a baby with an Austen character in mind. Which one and why? Who is worthy of namesaking in Austen?

And are there names you would avoid? My conundrum is that I love the name Lydia and so am going to have to use it in spite of Lydia Bennet (and in honor of the Biblical Lydia). I would like a middle name that honors two relatives who were women of good sense, wisdom, and practicality. I’m thinking of Elinor even if I have to explain the connection to everyone because it’s attenuated!

How about you?

*Opps I meant Lydus. Stupid autocorrect.

“You got this, Di.” I lied to myself as I smoothed my hair in the company’s bathroom mirror. I slumped forwards, closed my eyes, and let out a long sigh, then straitened up and looked my reflection in the eye. “Di. You got this.” I was getting better at lying, at least to myself. I forced a quick smirk as I turned and left the bathroom. Just outside the door, Sylvia was waiting for me. I smiled, betraying a hint of embarrassment. “Sorry about that. First day nerves, I guess.” She waived dismissively. “Oh, don’t worry about it. It hits everyone different. We’re going to head to the cafeteria first. Get some breakfast, talk about the job, how to get settled in, that kind of stuff. Sound good?” I gave her my most convincing smile. “Sounds perfect.” She smiled back warmly. Guess I am getting better at lying.

We walked through the seating area on our way to the food line. There were probably fifty to sixty people eating breakfast, getting ready for the day. The number made my stomach turn. Sylvia was as chipper as ever. “For obvious reasons, not a lot of people know about our organization, or what we do. Certainly not the amount of influence we have. You will be replacing an asset that worked with one of our top earners. I never met the guy but… Let me look at his file again. One moment.” She set her briefcase down on a nearby table and pulled out a folder. “Thurston.” She whistled in surprise. “I thought I’d met everyone who operated at this level. I’ll have to schedule something.” She bit her lip, then shot me a surprised look and pulled herself together. “Anyway, you’ll be replacing his previous assistant who… Hmm.” A concerned look crossed her face. “You’ll be replacing his previous assistant.” She said it coldly without looking up.

She looked back up at me and smiled as she motioned to the food line. “So what looks good?” I turned to look at what was on offer. “Everything. I’ve always been a breakfast person.” She clapped her hands together excitedly. “Well you’ll love it here, then. Come on.” She stuffed everything back into her briefcase and led me to the line. “Whatever you want, Lydia. My treat, today.” She giggled. Probably because the company provided the meals for free. I smiled back. I piled my plate up pretty good, forgetting in my breakfast lust that I wouldn’t actually be eating any of it. Sylvia led me to a table in the center of the seating area a

“One more step, Di. You can do it.” I lied to myself as my foot stayed firmly planted in the narrow rocky path. “Di, one more step.” I strained every muscle in my right leg, trying to get something going. My foot shifted, causing a sharp pain to shoot through my right side. You know that pins and needles feeling, when your arm or leg falls asleep, then starts moving? That times a million. The pain hit my gut and I cough/gagged hard. I gritted my teeth. I was covered in soot, bruises, and my own blood. My hair was matted and stuck to the dried blood and sweat on my back. My fingernails were cracked and worn. My clothes were in tatters. “ONE MORE STEP!” I twisted against everything as a new wave of pain washed over me, yanking my foot off the ground and slamming it down in front of me. As it landed it felt like my blood turned to acid and boiled, threatening to burst every vein. I screamed until my lungs burned, which didn’t take long, then stood their trying to compose myself. I opened my eyes.

“One more step, Di. You can do it.”

When I opened my eyes I was looking at the ceiling of Val’s chamber. “Welcome back, girl.” I rolled onto my stomach and slowly pushed myself up. I seemed to have mostly recovered. “How long was I in there?” Val stood and approached me. “It’s hard to say. I meant to pull you out after an hour, which would have been about… five years on the path? But I got distracted, so who knows.” I shot him a dangerous look. “You got distracted?” His face hardened. “I told you what would happen if you failed me.” I was shaking with rage at this point. “You said that his orders were…” He struck me hard across the face. “I SAID NO EXCUSES!”

Between the force of the blow and the thunderous hatred in his voice, I was left paralyzed on the floor. He loomed over me. “Now pull yourself together and go make your report. I’m sure our king will happy to learn of your successes.” As he walked out I broke into tears. I felt like my face had been nearly shattered, and it didn’t seem to be getting any better. I tried to push myself up, sharp breaths shaking me between uncontrollable sobs. I couldn’t stand. I was left reeling from the blow. I curled up and continued to cry as the pain in my face swelled.

I couldn’t believe how sore I was. Val had obviously taken away my gift of healing. My face was just getting worse and worse. It looked like I

I jerked awake as a man pulled me by the arms out of a car. “Who the what the fuck!?” He let go as he jumped back, startled. My head hit the side of the road and I was out again.

My eyes peaked open to a man with his hand on my throat. “Whuuuu…” I could barely talk. He mumbled as he pulled away. “God damn it.” I tried to follow him with my eyes but I couldn’t focus. I wasn’t sure where I was. My eyes rolled back into my head as I heard an engine start, and then I blacked out again.

I woke up sprawled out in the back seat of a moving car. My memory was fuzzy on how I’d gotten there, and I couldn’t focus on anything. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but my lips were bone dry and stuck together. I was having trouble mustering the strength to pull them apart. I wriggled my shoulders; everything felt wrong, squishy. I coughed suddenly. It didn’t feel great, but it got my lips apart.

“Oh, hey. Awake again?” I heard the voice from the front of the car, but I couldn’t make out if it was the driver or passenger. The sun was star-bursting in my vision and washing out everything. My head was killing me. Probably literally. I tried to talk but just kind of unleashed a quiet moan. “Okay, cool.” It was the driver. My hearing was at least starting to come back around. “Listen, there’s a gas station coming up. If you’re up for it, I’ll try getting you some water again.” Again? How long had I been in this car? “Mruuuaaahh” I replied. “Oh… uh… okay. I guess… yes then? That sounded like a yes, kind of.” I felt the car start to slow down. “Bluuu” I heard a chuckle from up front. “I know, right?” I think I hate this guy.

The car pulled to a stop and I heard him get out. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. It was time to figure out how hurt I actually was. I tried wriggling my toes. That seemed to be working pretty good. Ankles not so much. I could move them but it felt real loose. Same with knees, thighs, hips. Lower body, not great. Fingers seemed okay, so did wrists and elbows. Shoulders were sore and uncertain. I started to arch my back and realized a significant portion of my core was severely bruised. Neck swiveled painfully and with effort. I realized I was only seeing out of one eye. What did you do this time, Di? I honestly couldn’t remember.

The door popped open behind my head and I found myself looking up at… someone. Also it was night time now? When