Romans & histoires How To Come Up With A Superhero Name

“That has to be the corniest thing I’ve ever heard. An Infinity phone? What are you? Thanos? I ask you to please fire whoever’s in charge of the naming department.” Santiago frowned. “What are you talking about? I came up with the name.” Lola’s laughter intensified as she doubled over. “That explains a lot.” Santiago shook his head in disappointment, although he wore a small smile. “You obviously know nothing about how things like this work. Should’ve just remained a goalie.” Lola was unfazed by his weak comeback. “Even a goalie who throws the ball in the net ten times in a single match wouldn’t be dumb enough to come up with a name like that. You must think you’re Mr. Terrific or something.

How to name it? Thomas looked at Mateo. “What do you want it to be called?” Mateo raised his head and said very firmly, “Let’s name it the ‘Avengers Club’!” Aquarius laughed. This kid must have watched too many Marvel movies. Although it sounded childish, the meaning was very clear. Vengeance. Right. It was to take revenge against the Art Trading Corporation and Supreme Club. Thomas nodded and said, “All right, let’s name it Avengers Club. You can take care of it.”

‌ Lucas, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation with a grin, chimed in, "Andrei, you know, I've always been a fan of Indiana Jones. Maybe for the next one, you can consider 'Indyson' with a 'Y.'" ‌ David, never one to miss an opportunity to add to the humor, nodded in agreement. "Or how about 'Superman' with a 'Z'? It's got that superhero flair, just like Jaxson with an 'X.'" ‌ Andrei, laughing along with the jests, couldn't resist joining in on the playful banter. "Well, you never know, guys. I might just surprise you with my naming choices in the future." ‌ Sabrina shook her head in mock exasperation. "Oh, please, spare us the surprises. We don't need another Jaxson with a 'Y' or a

“I don’t want to be Lil’ either. I haven’t given up on growing taller.” [The Godfather thinks you should give up on growing taller. You have been awarded 100 credits.] Irked by the system message and custom paid mail from his sponsor, Zen huffed in anger and focussed on coming up with his rapper name. Although Hernie had some cool suggestions, Zen refused to use a name without any personal touch. “Z is too generic,” he told her. “I want to keep my name Zen.” Hernie nodded and scratched a few names off the list. “How about Zendiago? It’s a pun on the name Santiago which means someone who replaces or usurps someone else’s position.”

“Oh, my God.” “What?” he said innocently. “It worked, didn’t it?” She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “We should start talking about names.” “Done,” he said immediately. “I’ve got a list.” April arched a brow. “Really?” “Oh yeah. First up—Princess Sparkle McThunderpants.” She burst out laughing. “You’re not naming our baby after a comic book horse.” “Fine. What about Galaxyra? Or Unicornia?”

Arhg, I hated it when he looked at me like that. I had hoped one day to have friends so that we could be the The Powerpuff Girls, or the totally spies, but since I only had boy friends, Fantastic Four would do for now. “We'll think of a better name than the Fantastic Four," Nick said with a laugh. “Let's have a contest!” I suggested energetically as we walked into my house. “How about the Heavy Quintet?” asked Nick, making me laugh. “Never," I replied with conviction, "it was a ridiculous name.”

“You’ll hopefully meet him again someday. New friends have a way of showing up when you least expect it.” “Mommy,” Adrian said, tugging on my sleeve, “do you know he’s like a superhero?” I squinted playfully, tilting my head. “Hmm… could he be Batman?” Adrian giggled and shook his head. “No, not Batman. But his name sounds so cool, like a superhero name. I want you to give me a name like that one day.” “Aww, baby, your name is perfect just the way it is. It suits you perfectly.” I squished his cheeks softly, making him laugh. “So tell me, what is his name?”

“You’re nothing like him.” “No, I’m not. I may have some resemblance, but I’ll never be like him. Cullen won’t know anything other than I’m the proudest fucking father on this planet.” I drink some water and sit up from the lounge chair. “And Ryatt’s a really fucking cool name, like a superhero.” Her mouth falls open. “You gave your son a superhero’s name. That’s going to be hard to top for your future kids.” Eyeing her, I take her hand and grin. “Future kids, huh?”