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[the-starry-seas]

For the Aces Squad: What's their favourite critter (if they have one?) For the Valkyries: Do they believe in any superstitions?

ooh hi!

For the Aces - Racer's favourite are her siblings (affectionate, usually). She also thinks furbies should count, partially because they are an animal to her, and partially because she likes making people wonder what goes on in her head.

Fury is ambivalent about everything but banthas, he pays equal attention to his two Tusken spouses and their banthas LOL you can find him in the bantha barn at any hour of the day or night.

Blue was never an 'animal guy' but then he married a devoted ferret dad and decided those little guys were the coolest actually.

Ember was a fan of stingrays from the first time he saw them, and then his first date with his future husband was guarding a sea turtle nest (there are many benefis to being a marine biologist) so he loves those too because his husband loves them.

Whisper has always been a frog stan first and a human being second. Or third or fourth. Xe also likes massiffs quite a bit and has four including xeim service dog!

As for the Valkyries... idk 🤔 I checked out some common sailing superstitions and some of those apply! Re-naming a boat is bad luck and they've named all their boats the same thing. Saying good luck on a boat is actually bad luck, and so is saying goodbye (you are to say GO KICK HIS ASS BABY instead, perfectly acceptable). Cats are good omens! Keep some kitties on board!

Also googling old superstitions and seeing 'no girls allowed' made me laugh. No I don't think they would believe in that one. I think just about all of them do believe in ghosts, but then again ghosts are canon in Star Wars, so I don't think that would be considered to be a supersition, in-universe.

[the-starry-seas]

Absolutely and xe times the first wearing to be when Blue's up in the middle of the night so xe can hear him shriek about it. After that sometimes you kinda just have to step over Whisper curled up in xeim frog costume like it's a nest. Perhaps surprisingly, Ember is the one who approves the most. If there's a turtle version, he wants one.

Frog costume PNGs

[fangbanger3000]

we need to talk about The Silence and The Song

[PLEASE READ] edit to add: i realise that this post has been reblogged far and wide and that there is not a lot i can do about it now, but this is me trying anyway.

posting examples from the fic about my issues with its repetitive structure was careless of me, and i apologise to those of you who read it and became insecure about your own writing style. as someone who has worked with ai in academic settings, it's incredibly difficult for me to explain to you how the tone and structure of ai-generated fiction works and how, after reading enough of it, you can simply just tell. i do also realise that this is an incredibly weak argument, which is why i didn't include it when i originally wrote this post.

all that to say: there is an enormous difference between "beginner's writing" and ai writing. being repetitive as a new writer (or a seasoned one who just likes using repetition) is so normal. as is flowery/purple language. i've read hundreds of books and fics and the difference between these traits in ai-text and actual works is starkly clear. please don't feel anxious over the examples i've used in this post.

again, i apologise for any distress i have caused.

as per my last post, i have received a lot of encouragement to go public with this, and the more disappointed people i have in my dms, the angrier i get. so i will.

the silence and the song is an ancient arlathan au DA fic on ao3 by luxannaslut, and it is partly, if not entirely, written by an ai. i have no wish to be involved in any kind of fandom drama or witch hunting or bullying, but as a writer myself there are few things that piss me off more than watching people steal the work of others because they can't be fucked to write. it's disrespectful to your fellow writers, it's disrespectful to your readers, and it's disrespectful to the authors of the works the ai is stealing from.

ai is a plague that has no business being in creative spaces and you must do better.

the writing pattern

there was something very odd and monotone about the sentence structure of tsats that i couldn't quite place, so i fed chatgpt a prompt along the lines of "two people in a fantasy novel hate each other, but they secretly desire one another, and they kiss", and the screenshots above are the results. the third one is an excerpt from chapter 40 of tsats. the writing pattern is identical and it doesn't seem like the "writer" has even bothered to pretend they wrote it. if you're going to use ai, at least be sneaky about it. you know, paraphrase a little.

nonsense descriptions

"her nimble fingers worked with quiet precision" (ct. 1), "his grip firm but tender" (ct. 33), "her gown pooling around her like embers" (ct. 1).

fingers don't make sound, so what does quiet precision mean? as opposed to what? her joints cracking with every movement? how is a grip firm but tender? what does that mean? since when do embers pool?

the entire fic is littered with these adjectives that contradict each other or just straight up do not make sense, because all an ai does is generate descriptive language with no understanding of what the words it's spitting out actually mean. i could spend hours picking out examples from the seven billion pages worth of text, but i quite frankly have better things to do and would simply challenge you to try getting through a chapter or two without noticing the pattern.

repetition at structure-level

all the scenes in this fic are described in pretty much the same way. they open with purple prose vomit of the surroundings; solas is standing somewhere looking "unreadable as ever"; ellana's fiery golden molten fire copper ember ginger red hair is flowing this and that way; there's some dialogue with whoever is present and it leaves ellana feeling different variations of "something she couldn't name". this is, once again, a blatantly obvious sign of ai. below is the result of me feeding chatgpt the line "write me a scene from a fantasy novel where a woman with red hair is sitting on the ground in a magical garden at night", and side by side with that is the opening scene of the fic. make your own judgement.

repetition at word-level

this one speaks for itself. we fucking get it. her dress is orange, her hair is red, mythal's presence is heavy in the room, solas looks unreadable, compassion is sitting on her head like a crown, solas' ears are betraying him and ellana's move with every thought she thinks. we get it. the issue here is that an ai remembers the info you feed it, but not necessarily the info it shits out. if it's being told to write scene after scene of an elven woman with a gown that looks like fire doing xyz, it's going to do so with no regard for how many times the reader has already been informed of these details.

lastly: the breakneck speed

359,6k words in four weeks by a person who allegedly is employed and married and hasn't pre-written anything? no. any writer will tell you that this simply isn't possible. it absolutely infuriates me to see how much praise this "writer" gets for posting up to three full chapters in a day without anyone calling bullshit. i am pulling out my hair, you guys.

why i'm not going to live and let live this one

perhaps i would be less angry if the fic was some silly bullshit court intrigue Y/A stuff, but this is a text that handles very heavy and triggering topics such as SA, coercion, domestic abuse, and other things of the same vein. to sit back and put your feet up while having a robot write these extremely sensitive and very real human experiences with words it has stolen from texts written by actual persons is fucking heinous. the "writer" should be deeply ashamed of themselves and i'm sick and tired of watching people eat up their bs.

and on that note: the amount of people in my dm's telling me that they feel stupid and naive for not clocking this has infuriated me more than anything else. you're not foolish for this. being fed ai-generated bullshit is not what is supposed to happen on any creative platform and much less a fandom-centred one, so of course no one approaches a fic through that lens. fandom and fic writing is supposed to be about passion and the only person in this situation who needs to do better and change their behaviour is luxannaslut. polluting our creative spaces, wasting the time of your readers, and minimising the effort of actual writers who are working hard to provide content for us all to share and enjoy is vile and so, so lazy. i beg of you: do better.

[havaria]

Július utolsó szombatján belenéztem a tükörbe, és a nyakam nem stimmelt valahogy. A bal oldalon vastagabb volt mint a másikon. Nem fájt semmit se. Hétfőn leballagtam a házidokihoz valami magyarázatért, aki átküldött az fülorrgége nénihez, aki azt mondta, hogy reggel hétkor legyek a Kék Golyóban.

Kedden reggel a fej-nyak daganat osztályon a doki hosszas küzdelem utan szert tett egy kis darabra torkomból. Mivel egy gyógyszert is csak öklendezés árán tudok bevenni, ezért tőlem elég nehéz ilyet szerezni. Neki is csak hosszas lidokain szprézés, majd lidokain injekció beadasa után sikerült. Igen, beleszúrt a számon át a torkomba. Úgy, hogy közben saját kezűleg húztam ki a nyelvem a számból, mert neki már nem volt több keze.

Aznap még átküldtek citológiara is, ami egy ultrahangos mókázással kezdődött, de aztán itt is nyakonszúrtak ahogy kell.

Ekkor még azt hittük cista, mert a citológia leletből erre lehetett következtetni.

Kaptam egy MR beutalót is. Sose voltam ilyenben. Nagy gép, motoros ágy, kedves népek. Azért megszúrtak ők is. Kanülön kapom a kontrasztanyagot.

Az MR-ben volt az első beszarás. A nyakamat fotózták és ehhez a fejemet egy ketreccel zárták körül, smi valahogy része a gépnek. A cuccból ki lehet látni, de azért centikkel van az arcod előtt. Ezután ezzel a kalitkával együtt betolnak a csőbe, ami az MR gép. Egy bő húsz percre. Az utolsó percekben már nagyon a pánik szélén álltam, de itt még nem csúsztam bele. Fuck you, claustrophobie!

Pont két hét telt el, mire meglett a szövettan. A doki nem sokat köntörfalazott. Amint ültem, csak annyit mondott, hogy rosszindulatú. Aután ültünk ott egy percet csendben. Aztan még elmondott par dolgot. Azt, hogy HPV alapú. Szóval ennek is a szex az oka. :) Meg azt, hogy jók az esélyek, de ez akkor olyan kötelező mondatnak tűnt.

Dóri kint várt a folyosón. Vele a dokitól imént tanult módon közöltem a hìrt, aztán kultúráltan nyugtatgattuk egymást kicsit.

Másnap jött a hír, hogy az onko-team sugarterápiát javasol.

Ezután négy hétig meglehetős hedonizmussal ünnepeltük az új helyzetet. Lenyomtunk egy balatoni hétvégét a barátainkkal, egy bringatúrát a Toronyszobába, Szobra, és egy hetet az olaszoknál, amiből két nap Velencében volt szállásunk. Jókat ettünk, jókat ittunk, jókat beszélgettünk. Dórival nagyon jól tudunk már utazni. :)

Ebben a négy hétben azért még volt egy labor,egy CT, meg egy megbeszélés a radiológus dokival. A CT nem olyan mint az MR. Sokkal rövidebb, nincs az a hülye ketrec, de itt is van kontrasztanyag. A szurkálasra elég gyorsan közömbös lesz az ember.

A radiológus dokinal kiderült, hogy azért ide kelleni fog a kemó is. Fasza. Ja, és elküldött még egy előkészítő CT-re is, ahol egy maszkot is kapni fogok, ami kell a sugárkezeléshez.

Ezen a ponton kezdődtek a szar dolgok. Nem a rákkal. A pánikkal.

A fej nyak daganatok sugárkezelését úgy csinálják, hogy a munkadarab áll, szerszám mozog, azaz te rögzítve vagy a munkaasztalra és a gép körülötted mozog mint egy ipari robot az autógyárban. Időnkent a munkaasztalt a folyamat közben bedugják egy CT-be is. Veled együtt, igen. A fejedet úgy rögzítik, hogy kapsz egy maszkot, igazából egy sisakot, ami a tarkód felé nyitott, a fejedet, arcodat nyakadat viszont teljesen körülöleli. Ez a sisak úgy készül hogy egy hőre lágyuló sűrű műanyag, rácsot ráformáznak az arcodra és a nyakadra. Egy millimétert sem tudsz benne mozogni, miutan megszilardul. A kezelés során a sisakot, benne a fejeddel 5 ponton bajonettel rögzítik az asztalra. Egy kezelés 15 percig tart. Hello claustrophobia!

Én már a sisak készítésekor, az azt követő CT közben ledobtam az ékszíjjat. Akkor még sikerült annyira rendbe raknom magamat, hogy be tudtuk fejezni a műveletet, de tudtam, hogy ebből baj lesz.

A kezelés szeptember 23-an, hétfőn kezdődött. Ezt a posztot kedden írom, miközben folyik le a kemo. Három órát tart, van idő pötyögni a telefonon.

A terv az, hogy 35 sugarkezelést kapok és három kemót. Hét hétig tart a műsor. Minden hétköznap sugárkezelés. Ez ma kezdődik, mert tegnap még nem volt kész a sugarkezelési terv. Bocsi. A három kemó öt-öt napig tart. Első nap folyadadék, második-harmadik méreg, negyedik-ötödik megint folyadék. Délutan négyre jósolja a nővér a rosszullétet. A hányás elleni gyogyit négykor és késő este kell bevenni.

Ha lement a kemó, megyek az első sugárra. Az előbb vettem be életem második xanax-át. Az elsőt tegnap, de hát ugye a terv...

Drukkoljatok, hogy ne legyen pánik a gép alatt!

Nagyon kell pisilni az infúziótól. Már kétszer voltam kint, én meg az állványom, de ez nagyon durván tölti a hólyagot.

[milly1111]

Beetlejuice fanfic: Revenge Prt 1

My one-shot turned into a whole fanfic--No surprise lmao. I'll upload this in parts :)

(I may move this fan-fiction somewhere else for now here's part one!)

FANFIC THAT’S MADE FOR ADULTS OKAY??

WARNING: Umm pretty much everything, this fanfic will be a wild ride. Suicide, swearing, sex, Beej being a perv, gore, etc.

Pairing: Lydia x Beetlejuice

Okay, now enjoy!

Don’t end yourself, revenge yourself.

The howling sound of the cold wind hitting the walls of a tall standing house upon a hill of grass in Winter River CT. There was silence in the large house, perhaps the owners of this mansion had left for the evening. In the shadows lurked a demon, a poltergeist who hid among the living, invisible, lonely, and longing for attention. He fixed his black and white striped suit jacket, tugging at the top of his long black tie, letting a long sigh past his dead cold lips. His hair a messy unkept deep green, his chalky skin and eyes that are encircled by thick black rings staring dully at the window. 

His energy is chaotic, as he playfully spentWEEKS exploring the dynamic between the new people that moved in. Wanting nothing more than to walk with the living, but there was only one way he could do this.. He was growing eager to terrorize these newcomers for a good laugh, wanting just one poor soul to call his name three times, to see him, to manipulate and use his charm to finally get what he wants. However no one was falling for his usual play. He had scattered ads with his name, ‘Troubled by your problems? Just say my name three times BEETLEJUICE, BEETLEJUICE, BEETLEJUICE  call me now, and watch all your issues disappear!’ , fliers, anything he could possibly think of to get someone to notice him. These idiots as per usual went to ignore his desperate attempts. A low guttural growl erupted from his throat as his mind raced on ways to try and get these good for nothin’s to notice him. Just before he was about to have a fit and trash the damn place, he suddenly heard a creak coming from the roof.  

Lydia, a thick blanket of darkness followed this young adult as she paced the roof filled with sorrow. Her black dress flowing in the cold wind of the night, her ripped designed leggings not doing much to keep her warm. Her dark black hair hitting her tear stained face as her ember brown eyes glared at the note she held in her shaky ringed fingers. Slowly she clenched the note tightly in her hand, a sob coming from her lips as she moved closer to the edge. This was her revenge. She gritted her teeth, letting out a raspy breath as she read her suicide note out loud as her final goodbye. “I am alone. I am utterly… alone. You have sealed my fate with your betrayal. I can no longer stand to be used like a puppet between two deceitful worlds. By the time you read this, I will be gone, having jumped off… There’s no reason for me to stay, I’m an outcast, forsaken, invisible!!!  Goodbye, your not so perfect daughter…Lydia Deetz.” She closed her eyes tightly, taking a step, her foot hanging off the edge of the roof about to take a leap of death until she heard a low chuckle followed by an eerie deep gravelly voice coming from behind her. 

“Well, well, well... What do we have here? Looks like little Miss Goths-in-training is contemplating a little 'pop' of her own!” He chuckled darkly, clearly amused by her suicidal thoughts. “Tell me, sweetheart, what's got you so down in the dumps? Boy trouble? College problems? Work issues? Or perhaps you just can't stand being alive anymore?” Beetlejuice's voice dripped with sarcasm as he leaned against the rooftop, crossing his arms. “Listen, babes, I may not be the most conventional advice-giver, but trust me - jumping off a roof ain't the answer..” Lydia paused, taking a step back from the edge of the roof, turning her head. Who the fuck did this guy think he was?

“Who the hell are you??” She was caught off guard as she was now cradling her suicide note close to her chest. Just for a split second his eyes widened, she could see him..?? He had to play it cool.

Beetlejuice grinned widely, showing off his pointed decaying teeth as he straightened up and gave a low bow. “Ah, the pleasure is all mine, darlin’! I am none other than the one and only Bio-Exorcist extraordinaire!” He gestured grandly at himself, his striped suit fluttering in the wind. “I've been stuck in this neitherworld for eons, waiting for someone to summon me. And now, it seems fate has brought us together, you and I. Between you and me, sweetie, life can be a real drag sometimes. But endin’ it all? That's just not the solution. Trust ol' me on this one. There's always another way...So tell me, sweet stuff, what's really eating at ya?”

Lydia arched an eyebrow her shaky hands now squeezing and crumbling her suicide note slightly as she kept it pressed against her chest. She looked from Beetlejuice and to the edge of the roof and then back at him. Her hearts destination not changing, she was done living in a world she wasn’t accepted in. It’s like she walked among the living as if she was already a ghost.. “My dad.. He's remarrying. Believe it or not, my life coach. My mom just died and he.. Well he expects me to be some damn happy–go lucky. I'm mourning…..grieving. And daddy is too busy planning his wedding with that woman, Delia!!” She yelled out her voice cracking with emotion, once again tears welling up in her narrowed brown eyes. “So I'm done!! I’m never going to be his perfect daughter, it’s been like this for 18 years! My mom always saw me.. She saw me for who I truly was..And now she’s gone! I'm invisible to everyone else. Daddy will regret it... I'll kill myself and jump off this roof! This is my revenge. So he can live the rest of his miserable life with the fact his daughter killed herself because of…..him!” A burst of emotion, provoking this motivation sparking a flame in Lydia. She spun on her heel darting back and about to jump off the roof. 

Suddenly Beetlejuice screamed out a quick hoarse “NOOOOO!... I mean..” Quick as a flash, Beetlejuice disappeared and reappeared where Lydia was on the rooftop. He grabbed hold of her arm just as she was about to leap off the edge, yanking her back with surprising strength. “Hold on there, missy! Not so fast!” He grunted, struggling to restrain her wriggling form. “You're not going anywhere until we have a proper chat..” Breathless and slightly disheveled, Beetlejuice kept his grip on Lydia's arm, studying her with a critical eye. “Now, let's try this again, shall we? Start from the beginnin’ and tell me everything. About your dad, this new wife of his, and how ya feeling right now.” Beetlejuice was intrigued by this goth.. It’s as if he understood her on an emotional and energetic level. He’s never been this drawn to a human before, and he just gave into his curiosity..Just a little. 

Lydia wiggled and groaned from irritation glaring at Beetlejuice, as if that look alone, would make him let her go. Who was he to decide whether she lived or died? Each attempt to break free from his death grip was impossible. This demon just stood there waiting for the answers to his questions stubbornly. Huffing as she held her suicide note waving it infront of his face. “Hey! I have a goal to achieve!” She sighed, as she saw she was getting nowhere with this and decided to humour him a little. I mean if she was going to kill herself, why not share her story? 

“I don't know where to start.. I'm from NYC, and I miss my house. It was smaller than this place we live in now. But it was perfect the way it was..” Lydia paused her gaze meeting the ground, her side bangs blocking her eyes as she continued, “My dad made me get a life coach, made us move out after my mom died, now we live here, and then I just found Delia in my dad's room.. I went to him because for once.. Just once, I thought I could vent about my mom.. Yet he NEVER wants to talk about her!! Anyways, after finding Delia in his bed, they announced their proposal..”

Beetlejuice listened intently as Lydia poured out her heart, nodding along sympathetically. When she finished, he let out a low whistle, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“Well, well, well... looks like you've had quite the rough patch lately, haven't ya, babes? Losing your mom, moving to a new town, dealing with your dad's rebound romance... no wonder you feel like jumping ship…” He paused briefly, his eyes flickering over to the suicide note. Without much thought Beej snatched the suicide note from her hands. Lydia gasped blinking when he did this, “Hey, asshole, give that back!” Lydia screamed. Intentionally ignoring her pleas, he scanned over it quickly, before igniting it into flames, letting the ashes float away behind him. He then returned his gaze to Lydia with a lopsided grin over his stupid face.

 “This isn't a plan, sweetie. It's a cry for help. And I'm here to offer you a better solution.” Beetlejuice stepped even closer, his voice taking on a persuasive tone. “Let me handle your dad and this Delia character. I'll make sure they understand what they're putting you through. This note, ya jumping off this roof, ain’t revenge. How about instead of ya diving head first into that bird bath, ya say my name.. Three times? I can help ya, you just have to say my name!”

“..What?” Lydia’s voice barely came above a whisper, not really sure what he was trying to get at.

“Please.. Don’t make me beg! I will. I just–......Okay fine, I’m begging, okay????” Beetlejuice, plopped down on his knees, crawling around on cold rooftop ground to the other side of Lydia. She quickly backed up a little, not sure how to feel about him crawling around on the ground on his damn knees like some animal. “I’m so sick and tired of being all alone in this damn house, and being invisible.. And you–” Suddenly Beetlejuice stops close to her, still on his knees begging, as he grabs her hands looking up with such a desperate plea. “Ya can change all of that!” 

Lydia scoffed, ripping her hands from him, shaking her head. Her whole demeanor became rather cold and heartless. “No I can’t! I can’t change all of that!” Lydia yelled as she leaned down to point her finger at the demon catching him off guard as he flinched, leaning back to dodge her angered motion. “..That’s why I’m— jumping!” Lydia said, pulling back from the ghost on his knees. This girl was definitely a lot different than other clients.. She had some guts, spice, and fire in her. He liked that. Not to mention this one was alive. This was his free green card ticket to Earth!

“..When I’m dead, my dad will be sorry!” Lydia was about to take off once again, making her great escape from this cruel world and making her deathly jump. This triggered Beetlejuice, he scrambled up on his feet rather quickly, “WHOA WHOA WHOA! NOOO!” He yelled as he once again held out his arms caging her, blocking her way from the roof’s edge as he spoke quickly, “No he won’t! You’ll just be….dead. Hey, hey, I get it. You and me, we are not that different. Just..Let me help you. Let me handle those two. Let’s help each other out!” 

She looked at Beetlejuice glaring at him suspiciously. This guy just keeps ruining her goddamn plans. And also pushy as hell. Does this guy not know boundaries? ..But she couldn’t lie to herself, he caught her attention. What exactly could this ghost do for her? He was talking her up a mile a minute, claiming he could solve this issue for her.. Maybe she could rain hell on her daddy’s plan? 

“Oh? And how do you suppose you're going to do that?” Lydia crossed her arms studying the ghost. “Plus they have this stupid dinner date that they want me to go to.. And Delia gave me this...this..” She shivered in memory, “--yellow dress.”

Beetlejuice lowered his arms, realizing he finally got the goth’s attention. He let out a low chuckle of satisfaction. “As for your dad and Delia, leave that to me. I'll make them see things your way... or else.” His voice lowered in a growl as it drifted in the wind. Beetlejuice's grin turned ominous for a moment before he regained his usual playful demeanor. “Now, about this dinner date and the dreaded yellow dress…” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “We might need to concoct a little scheme to get ya out of that obligation. But first, let's focus on cheering ya up a bit. How about I show you some of my favorite haunts around this town?” He did this grand gesture as he opened his arms with a grin, attempting to lighten the mood, and diminish that heavy dark cloud hovering over Lydia’s petite form.

Lydia watched Beetlejuice closely, she was trying so hard to get a read on him. His high energy and him doing his best to cheer her up wasn't something she was used to. Especially having someone who actually listened to her vent and wanting to help her, even after her dramatic melt down of wanting to end it all. Hauntings? Screaming? Scaring others? Lydia smirked at the idea, she loved it. “That sounds perfect.. But before that, I need to ask. Why help me? Why stop me from committing suicide?”

Beetlejuice's grin faltered for a brief moment, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes. She watched as he uncomfortably shifted on his feet, before he masked it with his usual bravado. “Well, babes, let's just say I've been around the block a few times. Seen my fair share of despair and desperation. And I know firsthand how easy it is to slip in ta the abyss.” He shrugged, attempting to appear nonchalant despite the intensity of his gaze. “So when I saw ya teetering on the edge, I figured maybe I could lend a helping hand... or spectral appendage, rather. Plus, it's not every day I get ta work with a livin’ client. Usually, it's the other way around.” 

Lydia noticed that slight shift in his persona when she asked him that question. It was as if the poltergeist was hiding something. Whatever that thing was, it definitely hit him at home. It’s almost as if he understood exactly how she felt, and maybe, just maybe he didn’t want someone else to feel it? Maybe Beetlejuice also felt alone and invisible too. “Soo... You were talking about hauntings?” She decided to change the subject, desperately wanting to feel something other than sadness and loneliness. The urge to kill herself was still there. But having Beetlejuice right by her side, she was finally a little distracted from those thoughts, for now at least. He definitely kept her on her toes, so she didn’t really have the time to pay attention to the darkness that swirled around in her mind. 

“Right-o, Lydia! Let's get this hauntin’ party started!” Beetlejuice clapped his hands together excitedly, causing a small shockwave that rattled the floor beneath them. “I know just the spot - an abandoned movie theater downtown. Perfect for a spooky stroll and some quality time with ya’s truly.” He offered Lydia his arm, grinning impishly. 

Beetlejuice could easily teleport them to the location, however, he knew Lydia was in a dark head space. A walk, some fresh air could possibly get the woman in higher spirits. Then..They can talk about the deal he wanted sooo badly.  “Shall we, my dear? The night is young, and so am I.” He purred out with a wink waiting patiently for this lovely woman to grab ahold of his arm. He could be a gentleman..sometimes. Lydia blinked as he immediately got his spunk back as he started clapping and yelling with excitement. She walked over, wrapping her arms around his accepting the guidance. “Lead the way, I better laugh.. At least once. The stakes are high.” Lydia said dully but deep, deep down she was grateful to be torn away from the bullshit, even if it was temporary. With a dramatic flourish, Beetlejuice led the way, off the roof and to the streets.

[clonemommy]

Inferno Legion

Havoc´s Inferno Legion ;)

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Inferno Legion (9216 soldiers)

Commander: Havoc (CC-8080)

1st Regiment (2304 soldiers)

Commander: Blaze (CC-5234) - Specialised tactician for firefights and aggressive assaults.

Lead Medic: Ember (CT-2120) - Experienced in treating burns and serious wounds under extreme conditions.

Lead Pilot: Jet (CT-5129) - Known for his speed and agility. Jet ensures that the Legion always has the upper hand with lightning-fast and precise attacks in the air.

1st Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Ember (CC-4427)

2nd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Scorch (CC-7736)

3rd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Flame (CC-2299)

4th Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Cinder (CC-3845)

2nd Regiment (2304 soldiers)

Commander: Ash (CC-7726) - Leads with a mixture of aggressive offence and tactical retreat.

Lead Medic: Surge (CT-4721) - Known for his rapid response and ability to perform life-saving measures in extreme conditions. Surge ensures that troops are always supplied quickly and their combat capability is maintained.

Lead Pilot: Max (CT-7819) - known for his quick reaction time and ability to gain the upper hand in intense air combat. Max leads his squadron with a sure hand and ensures efficient air operations.

1st Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Blazeheart (CC-1122)

2nd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Pyre (CC-5587)

3rd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Infernos (CC-9924)

4th Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Heatwave (CC-6648)

3rd Regiment (2304 soldiers)

Commander: Magma (CC-2207) - Tactical leader who knows how to fight the enemy in difficult terrain.

Lead Medic: Charred (CT-3127) - An experienced medic who is specially trained in treating soldiers with burn wounds and serious injuries from extremely hot battles.

Lead Pilot: Ace (CT-0923) - Known for his exceptional flying skills and ability to remain calm under extreme pressure. Ace ensures that the Legion maintains the upper hand in any air battle.

1st Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Firestorm (CC-7721)

2nd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Lava (CC-8843)

3rd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Combustion (CC-3345)

4th Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Furnace (CC-2342)

4th Regiment (2304 soldiers)

Commander: Scorched (CC-2294) - An experienced commander specialising in total destruction operations.

Lead Medic: Ashfall (CT-8093) - Specialises in smoke and respiratory damage, chemical poisoning and providing life-saving care in toxic environments.

Lead Pilot: Nova (CT-3157) - known for his ability to perform lightning-fast and precise manoeuvres. Nova leads his squadron with strategic finesse and ensures that the Legion is always superior in aerial combat.

1st Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Firebrand (CC-8837)

2nd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Char (CC-5541)

3rd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Ignition (CC-7756)

4th Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Fury (CC-1128)

[chilligyu]

cursebound | magic au | fantasy, drama, romance fic preview | jeonghan/reader | 3.5k status: 20% finished based heavily upon howl's moving castle, ella enchanted, and embers by ethan hibbs

He looked back at her from the treeline, a mysterious glint to his eyes. "The Wastelands aren't safe for humans, especially not damsels desperate to be freed from curses." "I'm aware." She said, steeled to his thinly veiled threats. He shrugged. "Fine then. But be mindful of your footprints, if you lose them it'll be too late for you Cursebound."

anticipated final word ct: 12-15k

[silverwings22]

Angel With A Shotgun Chapter Masterlist

1: CT-1022 2: Angel 3: Who Loves You? 4: Sunny Days 5: The Color of Joy 6: Stolen Goods 7: The Deal 8: A Pound of Flesh 9: All That Remains 10: Where She Belongs 11: Princess on her Throne 12: You See Me 13: Ori'vod 14: Oya Manda 15: Cin Vhetin 16: Who Shot First? 17: Ashes and Embers 18: No Victory 19: Blood to Drown the Desert Sands 20: Buir Be'Koty 21: Gone With the Rising Sun 22: Tranyc 23: The Legend of Angel Gar 24: Fallen Bounty 25: Dar'Manda 26: The Best People Are 27: Aliit 28: Collection 29: The Burden of the Survivors 30: Angel's Wings 31: Ghost of You 32: Favors Owed 33: Nothing At All 34: The Price to Love So Much 35: One Father to Another 36: Aay'han 37: The Manda'lor 38: Hail to the King

More to come!

[cinnamonfm]

{ SAVANNAH LEE SMITH, 22, CISWOMAN, SHE/HER } Is that HENRIETTA ASTOR? A JUNIOR originally from GREENWICH, CT they decided to come to Ogden College to study GOVERNMENT. They’re THE FALLEN PRINCESS on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

001 – the basics.

full name: henrietta pearl kennedy-astor (no relation to the kennedys, other than name) nickname(s): heni, hen, etta, ettie, hettie date of birth: 01 november 2000 place of birth: greenwich, ct hometown: manhattan, new york sexuality: bisexual, though i’m pretty sure she thinks she’s mostly straight religion: agnostic, lapsed catholic

002 – the girl.

+ intelligent, loyal, resourceful, quick-witted, eloquent, cunning, astute, observant - fault-finding, rigid, insincere, scheming, unyielding, vindictive enneagram: 3w4 mbti: esfj temperament: choleric-melancholic

character inspiration(s): blair waldorf (gossip girl), cordelia chase (buffy the vampire slayer), paris geller (gilmore girls), quinn fabray (glee), summer roberts (the o.c), heather ratner (chuck), claire standish (the breakfast club), heather duke (heathers), regina george (mean girls), mini mcguinness (skins), lucille bluth (arrested development), alex russo (wizards of waverly place), amber mariens (clueless), sharpay evans (high school musical)

primary trope: the fallen princess secondary tropes: lovable alpha bitch, always second best, manipulative bitch, deadpan snarker, death glare, defrosting ice queen, good all along, bitch in sheep’s clothing, anti-hero, moral myopia, stepford snarker, jerk with a heart of gold, inferiority complex

how they embody their trope:

(brief neglect mention tw) Facades, facades, facades. In hindsight, it’s a wonder her first words as a toddler hadn’t been scripted for her and pre-approved by the Astor PR team. She’s the only child of two lawyers - with her mother serving her second term as New York’s attorney general and her father ensuring that multi-million dollar corporations were able to skirt around their social, environmental and fiscal obligations. They’re not American royalty, not by any means, but the Astor name carries a certain weight, and her parents would sooner give up all their worldly possessions than let her forget it. It wasn’t her parents who brought her up, so much as their expectations. Perfect grades, perfectly behaved, perfectly aligned with their wants and needs. The Astors hadn’t really wanted a child. What they’d been in the market for was a trophy. Henrietta, by virtue of her upbringing, is a perfectionist. Nothing she ever did as a child was good enough for her parents (not that they’d ever say that, but she could sense it), and nothing she ever does as a young adult is enough to meet her own impossible standards. She’s spent considerable time and effort constructing a vision of herself that she feels comfortable portraying to others, a thin veneer to keep herself hidden from onlookers - a never-ending performance. And part of that was being Greer’s best friend. After all, you’re only as good as the company you keep. She’s yet to take an actual tumble, but with Greer missing, the paint job on the facade that is Henrietta is slowly starting to crack. It’s only a matter of time before it starts chipping, too. 

general personality: 

Were I to use one word to describe Henrietta, it would have to be sharp. It’s her defining characteristic - she’s all edges, all the time. Sharp wit, sharper tongue. At least that’s the curated version of her. The one you’d get to see. Beneath the high school mean-girl persona, behind the rolling eyes and raised brows, she’s genuine and vulnerable and has the capacity for care. But she’s been raised to believe that kindness is a weakness, something for others to exploit, and so she’s extinguished that flamed. Stubbed the embers into the ground with her foot. Because it’s easier to keep people at a comfortable distance this way. This way, they won’t get too close. They won’t be able to see her for the lonely, insecure person she’s tried so desperately to keep under wraps.

003 – greer.

If there is such a thing as a universal truth, it is that teenage girls exercise cruelty rarely seen outside of cartoony depictions of hell. And if the Manolo-toting schemers of gossip girl were anything to go by, Manhattan girls were the absolute worst. Henrietta had thrown an uncharacteristic fit when her parents had broached the subject of moving (in the middle of the school year, no less) - tears wiped on the back of cashmere sleeves, voice choked with adolescent desperation. Were they trying to ostracise her from her peers? Ensure she’d stand out like a sore thumb? How did they expect her to find friends, when social hierarchies and cliques had already fully solidified by now? The answer to the latter was, unsurprisingly, Greer. Henrietta had hardly set foot on the grounds of her new alma mater, before Greer had linked elbows with her, flashed her a bright smile, and announced to anyone who’d listen that this, this was her best friend now. Maybe, she’d told herself as she returned home from that first day, moving hadn’t been such a bad idea after all. Ever since that first meeting, the two of them had been practically joined at the hip. If Greer was there, you could place a pretty safe bet that Henrietta was there. Joint birthday parties in their early teens, trips abroad over the summer holiday, secrets shared behind walk-in-closet doors. They were inseparable. It was the sort of friendship others looked at through either a lens of envy or aspiration. Or both. Perhaps that’s why Henrietta feels so guilty over how restricted she’d felt since traipsing in Greer’s footsteps all the way to Ogden. It wasn’t that she didn’t still love Greer in that platonic way a best friend does, because she really, really did, but college had just highlighted just how much her existence had been fashioned as an extension of Greer. It wasn’t like the power dynamic had ever been even, not even back in New York, but something about the new backdrop to their relationship had lit up its flaws like a starry night sky. Getting to bask in Greer’s light also meant existing in her shadow. It was always Greer, and then Henrietta, half a step behind. It was hard not to feel like an afterthought. An asterisk at the end of a lengthy paragraph.  004 – family.

(see here) To say that Henrietta’s relationship with her family teethers on being strained, would be an understatement. Everything she does is with the express intent of getting their approval, and yet, she’s never so much as gotten a nod in recognition. Everything she achieves, her brother (four years her senior) has already done. And better at that. During her formative years, they were too concerned with getting Evangeline elected as attorney general to let their children be children. And now they’re too concerned with getting her re-elected to see the damage that did to them. 

005 – brief summary of events. 

coming soon.

006 - wanted connections.

exes (derogatory) - these two used to date, and now they can barely stand to be in the same room as each other. can they even remember why? who knows, but that doesn't stop them from bickering all the same.

what could have been - what's worse than almost being something, but never quite getting there? these two never had the timing thing figured out

academic rival - the nelly yuki to her blair waldorf. someone heni feels like she has to outperform, all the time. could even be one-sided.

the project - no idle rich girl is complete without someone to take under her wing.

behind closed doors - someone heni gets on with, and likes spending time with, but for social reasons (and because she's the worst) she doesn't want to be seen with publicly

the light feminine to her dark feminine - she's always been a pack animal, and now that greer's off somewhere? being her counterpart is up for grabs.

[the-starry-seas]

SO ACES SQUAD! I saw on the picrew post that Blue talks to the flower bushes and I need to know what he talks about with them. And do they have names????

Fury is a cook??? Tell me more???? 👀👀 Does he have a favorite thing to make??? What was the first dish he ever made and how did it turn out??

Racer! As a fellow Oldest Sibling/Sister I gotta ask- what’s her favorite way to annoy each of her kih’vode? Because I love annoying the little shits as revenge for all they’ve put me through

Whisper- I am just. So intrigued by xeim. Would xe like a chew toy to bite on?? They’re very soothing and I have a few xe can borrow :3

I am in love with Ember to be honest. He seems like such a sweet baby. I would like to wrap him up in a blanket burrito and give him many cookies to nom on

Yesss my first squad, they'll always be famous to me <3

Blue mostly talks about problems because then nobody talks back to him. The man just needs to vent at something, once in a while. But he also tells them that they're nice plants with pretty flowers, because he heard that saying things like that helps them grow better. He also talks to them about his boyfriend a lot. The family has some very strongly held Opinions about Blue's taste in men. (Well, taste in man. Singular. He married the first dude who showed interest in him and they're strangely cute about it.) The plants do not have names but he's particularly fond of the blueberry bush that his man gifted him.

Fury is a cook! And a baker! He loooves everything with strawberries, it's the polycule's favourite fruit so he gets really good at every dessert he can find. He also likes a lot of spiced food and gets very good at a jalapeno, cheddar, and bacon sourdough. He will eat any kind of sandwich on that bread. But his favourite favourite is grilled cheese with grape jelly. He made it in the GAR after good missions and now it's a traditional celebratory food for the squad. That was his first attempt at his own recipe, so to speak, and it became everyone's go-to comfort food.

Racer is very good at annoying people. Blue is easily annoyed by her because she's chaotic and loves explosions and keeps sneaking bombs onto their ship/into their house. Fury cannot be annoyed by her 99% of the time, they are far too alike, but sometimes she tries to bother him into doing chaos with her while he's hyperfixated on something else and he gets snappy with her. Ember hates how she just goes through his closet and steals all his cute shirts, but he can always steal them back. Whisper has bitten her so many times for just picking xei up in a hug and spinning xei around like a dreidel, or just being too loud in xeim general vicinity, and she has yet to learn any better.

Yeah xe loves chew toys! I hc that xe does have a chew necklace that xe gnaws on while xe's staked out somewhere cause it gives xei something to do. Xe also likes rubik's cubes and has the kind that has those different tactile bumps that match the colours.

Ember is such a sweetheart. He does love blanket burritos, especially with his husband. But the best place to chill is in the bay window blanket nest with their baby girl cuddled to his chest. They live on the next planet over from Tatooine and everyone visits each other all the time. He's also a ballet dancer, fire dancer, and a woodworker! The whole family's got little carved animals hanging around. They're good luck charms <3 And he carves their tiny darling Kote's crib, too!

[harpywritesfic]

three is the most perfedt number i do not take crtiticism. three is the perfe ct number of:

drinks

pizza

friend group ,embers

hours of naptime per day

hours of productivty

protafongists

threesome participants

a secret other thing that deserves menting but should not be names

[vipleaseus]

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[heidelberger]

8

53 %!

Ha hegyet másznék, akkor most érnék fel a csúcsra, hiszen még le is kell jönni. Ez azért kicsit más, de innen is le kell még jönni épségben ....

Reinhold Messner mondta egyszer, hogy a " A jó hegymászó nem az, aki fiatal. A jó hegymászó az, aki nyugdíjas, de még mindig mászik."

Ez az én filozófiám is.

A szó legszorosabb értelmében is, mert nyugdíjasan is hegyeket szeretnék mászni. És átvitt értelemben is. Én nagyon szeretnék megöregedni. Bárkinek ajánlom figyelmébe, aki fél megöregedni, hogy van más is, amitől félhet az ember. Más vágyam sincs, mint az öregedéstől félni.

Holnap sűrű napom lesz, 14:00 kor CT, utána rögtön kezelés.

Mondták, hogy menet közben lesz CT, úgyhogy legyen, ezen nem múlik. Ha jól értettem meg, kialakulhat agyi ödéma is, de ezzel úgy vagyok, hogy érezném. Mivel nem érzem, ezért nincs. Az orvosok meg nézzék csak a fejemet belülről, ha ezt kell tenni.

Mindezt a 0.99 -en, nem is 7-8000 m felett...

Ezen apropóból teszem ide az egyik kedvenc képemet (saját fotó, 2023.08.11. Grossglockner Havasi gyopárral) Hasaltam érte elég sokat, mire meglett a jó szög.

Előzménynemolvasóknak megsúgom halkan, hogy a HIT az alagsorban van (el van ásva), magyarul ez mondjuk -1 lenne a liftben, itt 0.99. Imádom....

[warsamongstthestar-keen]

Chapter Forty

Once everyone's done eating, they each begin to move around the ship, gathering up their gear, personal effects. All the leftover food, and water. They each grab an empty pack, filling it with the stuff lying around the ship. Oati and Ember make their way over to the helmets hanging from the zip cord. Without turning to look at them, Ari'abel calls back, "We're taking those plants with us, and that's an order."

Ember looks at his brother, and states quickly, "Sir, yes Sir."

They carefully take the makeshift planters down, tucking them under their arms. Eh walks over, his helmet that is still painted the orange of the 87th battalion sitting securely on his head. Once everyone is ready they venture out onto the planet's dusty surface. Jeff glances up to the precipice of the cavern wall. "How, exactly, are we getting up there? We don't have nearly enough zip cord for that."

Cody sighs, because he knows the answer, but, internally begs that Keen has another option. His worst fears are made manifest when she leaps up, landing just outside the canyon.

Hotrod and Ember are the first to be Force-lifted to liberation by their Jedi Saviour, followed by Oati and Jeff. Cody tries to prepare himself, but he still wasn't ready for the weird sensation of being lifted by an unseen entity.

Once everyone's up, the Jedi Master leads them to where her ship sits, nestled amongst a few outcroppings of rocks. The second Eh's eyes land on the Corundum he smirks. "I remember some good nights aboard this ship."

"Yeah, well. Marginally nice I guess is more accurate."

In mock pain he raises a hand to his chest, and indignantly states, "You wound me."

She rolls her eyes, as she boards her ship. "I got a few more planets to check out, whether or not you want to. You can either stay on the ship, or you can come with, I don't care."

The Troopers glance at each other as she walks onto the ship, and shrug, following her. Getting into the cockpit, the Clones relax. Hotrod leans forward, reaching out for the controls, only to have his hand slapped away by the Jedi. He pulls the hand back, turning to look at Ember with a pout on his face.

Cody rolls his eyes, reaching around the Jedi in the pilot's seat, easing open a compartment. He grabs a laser pen and immediately removes the cap, leaning back to write a quick thank you on the cockpit's ceiling. Keen can sense the confusion from the other Clones gathered around the Marshall Commander. Leaning back in her seat, she half turns her head to address the other boys.

"It was a tradition before each mission that whatever Clones, or Jedi, were on board the ship, they could leave a message. It sort of spread, so that, whether it was a mission or not, I'd always find a Trooper or two writing, or doodling, on the ceiling. Feel free to take advantage of it."

Without further prompting, Hotrod grabs the pen from Cody, shooting up to his feet. He reaches up, carefully leaning over his vode to draw a picture of a Republic Bomber. Eh steps around the others, as they wrestle for the pen, choosing instead to admire all the graffiti he didn't see during the war. Most of the messages are standard things like, 'Wrecker was here' or 'Plo's Bros', one even says '501st is the best'. He smiles, admiring everything, until his eyes land on a drawing in the corner. It's quite large, and detailed, surrounded by small messages. It's a woman with short hair, in what are basically her skivvies, posing,  "Is this a pin-up drawing of you?"

Ari'abel glances at where he stands, "Yeah. Um, CT-5555, or Fives, of the 501st division, was trying to hide from someone, I think it was Cody, or Rex, but it could've been Echo.... Anyway, I guess he thought my ship was the safest place. Must've been here for hours, given how detailed that drawing is." She gestures with her head to it. "Rex was pissed when he saw it, and I'm surprised he didn't shoot Fives. He calls me to my ship, and it's the middle of the night. And when I get to the Corundum, I just stand there as he yells at Fives. Then, dear sweet Rex, he turns to me, and he offers to have Fives scrub it off," She spins around in her chair, facing the other Clones. "But, you know me, Eh, I didn't like ever removing a note, cause, it always made the boys happy to think that someone cared, so, I made a deal with Fives. The drawing can stay, on the condition he adds the funniest mustache he can think of, which is why I have a handlebar mustache in that drawing."

Cody, who had leaned against the wall opposite the art, says, "I'm pretty sure there was more to that deal, though, General."

The Jedi Master quickly spins her chair around to face the Commander, "Look, what Fives chose to wear in the privacy of 79's is his own business. Just don't ask me why the standard punishment for misbehaviour in the 501st was to wear a frilly pink dress. I will deny any, and all involvement."

Jeff was clearly the winner in the fight for the pen, because a mere moment later, he launches to his feet in triumph. Keen watches, as, in a neat, tight scrawl, he writes, 'It was murky, dusty, and sandy, Cody was being a dandy. We crashed our ship, and I almost broke my hip. We thought we were done for, till a Jedi came to our door. She took us away, and we shouted hooray!'

Cody, who had also been watching him write, crosses his arms, grumbling "I am not a dandy!"

"Yes,you are. But it's alright, you're a sweet dandy."

He turns his glare to Keen, "I am not a dandy!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

[kjsadd]

Your brain develops based on sensory input—sight, hearing, sight, touch, etc. Eg, as a child you learn the language spoken around you, regardless of your genetic background. The EDS population moves “a little funky” due to joint instability. Gives them different input than the non-EDS population, which affects how the brain is formed and how it functions. 

Connective tissue disorders, the input you get from joints moving funny / inappropriately rewires the brain differently than someone who doesn’t have a CTD. Eg, for all people, if you put your arm in a cast, parts of your brain literally shut down because you don’t ��activate it enough and don’t get feedback from your arm. We function in a feedback loop from sensory input to motor output, and your whole system, including autonomic and gut, is connected in that cycle. The biggest and most constant input is from resisting gravity and moving your body. We’re always doing both those things, so if your feedback loop is funky, your system is never working quite the way it should. And movement / gravity feedback “kisses” autonomic systems on the way to the brain, hence gut issues, hand mottling, POTS, etc. Do what you can to counteract that, get that feedback loop to improve via other systems. 

DMX (digital motion x-ray) scans can help see what the impact of your daily activities are, eg if you always sleep on one side. Shows what cervical spine does in 9-12 planes of motion. Upright MRIs or CTS may be less clear. Can tell what the neck is doing when they move. 

Romberg’s test. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romberg's_test

A body with EDS is like a house built with weak mortar. 

Dysautonomic issues with raised heart rate. 90, 100 beats a minute. If you take a beta blocker, you’ve altered the beta receptors on your heart and slowed the heart down, but that doesn’t stop the brain from telling the heart to beat at 100 beats a minute. All your sensory input is still sending odd readings 

At night, most people don’t taste or smell very well; shut them down. (Some are hyper sensitive.) But the proprioceptive is still active—if your arm is at a weird angle, it’s sending that message back to your brain. 

If you’re on a treadmill, and blood isn’t being delivered because you’re “biased toward higher sympathetic tone,” and you’re asking biggest muscles to work, but have vasal constriction going on in your peripheral veins, you’re going to fatigue pretty quickly. You go into anaerobic metabolism: your cells don’t have enough oxygen to work correctly, so you start to break muscle down to get a little fuel—that’s anaerobic. You start firing pain fibers, mostly C fibers, which is what your sympathetic nervous system uses to transmit. So you’re putting lighter fluid on the embers you’re trying to calm. That’s why when you hit your thumb with your hammer, your heart rate goes up; pain fires sympathetic. So we look at the autonomic first and get that under control, then try easy exercises. 

EDSers are often “cut down in their prime”—lots of drive when young, almost superhuman, but that eventually fails, then steep decline. 

[awigglycultist]

Idk how to feel about the hc that Travis Coulson is the Cineplex Teen bc like I absolutely get it!! Like yes ok character we've seen with no name, and a name with no face, put then together, makes sense.

But also in my mind his name is Cyrus Toby bc I made up the name Cyrus for him and EMBER made up the name Toby and put them together and that's CT, and also several ppl have been calling Toby bc of Ember so it's like. No that's just Toby wdym.

I want both but I can't have both