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More than anything else in this world, Marcellina hated two things; Liars and secrets. Yet this plagued universe loved toying with her fate, progressively surrounding her with more and more of her dislikes and fears. The twenty-five-year-old now existed to create the same chaos she resented. Worst of all, she was good at it.Everyone got a different version of her, each one entirely dependent on what she wanted out of the connection. At Juilliard, she was Celena, at the strip club she was Mars, at places like her favorite record store, bakery, and coffee shop she was Marci, her most frequent alias. Due to her ‘schedule’ of moving every 3-5 years starting when she was nine, the woman had exposure to countless accents. Some of which she learned through her relentless desire to adapt and be accepted. Of these learned accents, a few were used now to help keep her secret worlds from meeting. All of her aliases were different people, all with some real parts of her, coming from various backgrounds and rarely connected in any way.So when Will, the owner of the record shop, pulled her from her thoughts with the question, “So what are we doing for your birthday, Marci?” She quickly had to rid herself of the puzzled look consuming her features. “Our star employee deserves a party. June eighteenth, right?” He added after spotting her confusion.After a moment of remembering who she was pretending to be today, she cleared her throat and nodded with a breathy chuckle. “June eightteenth,” she repeated with a forced smile. “I don’t usually celebrate too much. I’ll probably be working all weekend anyway.” She shrugged, turning her attention to the vinyls she was categorizing.“But it’s your birthday!! What diner are you working at that wouldn’t let you take the day off for your birthday?! There aren’t any other waitresses who could cover for you?”  A sly smirk now as she remembered today’s role and the lies that came with it “Well, maybe I’m the star employee there, too. You really think they’d survive the weekend without me?” She asked, knowing good and well that she would be dancing under strobe lights for hungry eyes all weekend. The thought made her mind wander, trying to decide which wigs she’d wear this weekend.    A scoff of laughter came from her boss who shook his head. “That’s checks out. But if you’re not going to let us celebrate you, you could at least let me pay you for working here.” He wagered but the thought of needing money was laughable.A mischievous smirk and a shrug from her as she kept her eyes low, studying the album in her hands records. “Absolutely not. I already told you, I’m a convicted felon and this is my community service.” She joked with a confident nod, causing chuckles to echo over to her side of the storefront.“Yeah, yeah. Okay, Miss Criminal. Everyone here knows you couldn’t hurt a fly. Literally! Jess said she watched you coax a fly out the door because Marcus was trying to kill it.”“Hey, criminals can care about Mother Nature, you know. Global warming is a huge problem, we all have to do our part.” She interrupted his laughter but received a doubtful look in response.“We’ll do Thursday then. Close up shop early and we can all grab drinks or something?”Her brows furrowed in confusion, lost in her own lies once more and not sure what they were speaking on.“For your birthday, dude. You’re not getting out of this by acting like you forgot about it.” He clarified with an amused look, certain she was messing with him. “No if, ands, or buts. Thursday night, birthday girl.” He tapped on the counter before heading to the back office. A heavy sigh of relief fell as her mask was able to come off, the otherwise empty room leaving her alone with her thoughts Birthdays were different when she was still allowed at home. Back when she still had one of those. Despite it being in November, she had nothing but warm memories of her celebrations as a child. The days were full of beach trips and feasts that could feed a village. She remembered years when she legitimately thought she was a princess or some sort of royalty given the extent to which everyone rejoiced in her existence.   And then that gradual shift started, creating a forced emancipation and witness protection level secrecy. She lost her family and her home, forbidden from visiting without direct orders because ‘the orders are in place to keep you alive’ or whatever.Sometimes when you’re an angsty menace to society with abandonment issues while in hiding, you have to find little joys of your own. Her’s became lying. Originally it was a job, the last gift her father ever gave her in person. A responsibility to her family, a pledge of dishonesty to ensure her tracks were always covered. Over time it became easier and more enjoyable.    The only lies that were mandatory were her last name, family ties, and birthplace. The others were added by her, inspired by spite, grieving, or amusement. Do you have any clue how hilarious it is to be told you ’totally give Aquarius energy, for sure’ when your birthday is in November? The job she originally felt guilty for accepting became more of a pastime than anything else, filling her time in each city with a fully curated life. She was able to be whoever she wanted and toy with reality as much as she wanted to.Some of the lies were created out of curiosity for the responses, and some fed her uncontrolled hedonism. The decision to change her birthday happened about two years ago after her mother went missing. Another November passed without any family contact, this time lacking even the one phone call she anticipated every year.In the cold of New York, she realized she no longer had an attachment to November. So different from the Bahamian winters she grew up in. Here the air is heavy and painful, and the sun is like another absent parent, refusing to do anything to help her grow. The earth feels dead, the ground is covered in safety hazards, and everyone in America is so consumed by the upcoming holiday season. It’s ‘jolly’ and disgusting.So when it came time to decide her new story for the people she met in New York, she told them her birthday was June 18th. Closer to the sun and farther from her actual astrology sign or any attachment to her real self.Can you guess what the response tended to be?‘That makes so much sense. You absolutely radiate Gemini vibes!’ She always had to stop herself from laughing at this, imagining her mother scolding her for being so cruel and indulging in the dishonesty their family is known for. The realization that her mother wouldn’t be calling her in November motivated her to keep lying, forcing a life that wasn’t hers to fool her open wounds into believing they'd healed or maybe never existed at all.  

“Hello Faada” She spoke eagerly after answering the phone. The call was unexpected but the lonely girl would accept any interactions her parents offered. Her thick Bahamian accent was much sharper during family talks, mostly for the comfort of those she spoke to.“Marcellina Gaviria…” The deep voice roared through the phone, even more full of accent than her own. He couldn’t see how her body went stiff from his scolding. The forever-obedient woman rarely received reprimands like this, too trapped in the game of endless rules to find herself in trouble. But now she shook, her breath was pulled from her lungs, and she struggled to find her voice.“What did I d—“ Her question was cut short by another round of thunderous yells.“A strip club?? Do you have no shame? Do you not care for your family anymore?”She closed her eyes now, trembling fingertips rubbing her temples as she took a moment to compose herself while his berating questions continued.“It’s just for fun.” She interjected, only to be cut off once more.“And this is the only fun you could find in f***ing New York City? We sent you there because we knew you’d have options. Because you wanted to go to Juilliard. And this is what you chose?”He wasn’t always like this. Things were easier back when they played pretend, denying the world’s efforts to destroy them. Before she knew her family’s dark secrets and began to carry the weight of the choices of her bloodline.The father she remembers most fondly was sweet, playful, and full of humor. She would credit her father’s previous self for so much of her personality. His desire to bring joy to others, his attention to detail and ability to romanticize anything, and the way he would assign songs to his loved ones; His daughter’s was “Isn’t She Lovely’ by Stevie Wonder, among many others. He'd wander the halls of their manasion with his daughter, singing whatever song was on her mind that day.Somewhere along the line, his priorities were reworked. The concern for keeping his family safe grew larger than his desire to keep himself present. The more time they spent apart, the less she recognized the man who swore to give her everything. She now resented anything that resembled the ‘safety’ he was trying to achieve. She now questions the reason she stepped into the strip club in the first place.“For me, Dad. It’s fun to me and I’m safe. No one knows me here, you said I would be fine here. Why can’t I live like someone who is safe?” The girl was bold. Probably one of the few brave enough to speak out of turn when questioned by a drug lord.“You know nothing, gyal. You are so naive, so irresponsible…” Disappointment now, maybe even disgust in his tone. “You talked your mother into New York and I accepted and paid for it. You wanted to go to the most expensive f***ing school in America and I accepted and paid for it. Is nothing good enough for you?”“Daudie—“ her small voice barely audible over his.“You will call me sir” The voice demanded, all signs of her father were eliminated. “Do you hear me?” The emphasis of his demand grew less and less familial with each word. A fight for power, control. She was nothing more than a problem to him in this moment and she knew that.“Yes, sir.” She shrunk now, her cowering clear in her voice as she fought back tears and tried to stop her lower lip from quivering. She was pacing now, moving about her massive penthouse apartment with no end destination.A long pause now, the stubborn woman too proud to say anything that wouldn't further the confrontation. The proud man was too driven to offer his daughter anything comforting.“Why can’t you just do as I say, Marcellina?”Despite the circumstances and her better judgment, she chose to poke the bear as it stood in front of her, full of intimidation,“I just did want you said to, Sir.”“Qué Gueva, Marcellina. Do not get smart with me now. You didn’t want to use your head before. Going around a bunch of arrechos, letting them touch you, are you crazy?!” He paused, reeling he was getting nowhere with his daughter. “What would your mother think?”His questions felt like a knife being pushed around in her small intestine. Her hands balled into fists now, an exhale of frustration pushed from her nostrils and her molars clamping down on the inside of her cheek to distract her from her rage.“I don’t know, Dad. But I’d love to ask her. Where is she exactly?” At this point, she didn’t know if she was brave or just spiteful in the most self-destructive way possible. She was leaning more towards the latter.Both ends of the phone call fell into a long stretch of painful silence, torturing the woman who only craved a few seemingly simple things; Honesty, freedom, and her family. All of which were perpetually out of reach for her. She was reminded of this when he finally spoke again.Her mother had been a sensitive topic for almost two years now, one avoided at all costs. She wondered if it was because of the context behind her disappearance or if those answers did not yet exist. Either way, she was becoming a memory just like her father and the dark whisperers of the unknown kept her awake and on edge often.“You will quit that job, Marcellina. Immediately, and you will never go back. You should also expect more security check-ins. End of discussion. Mi ángel, I'm doing this for you. Don’t make me regret giving you another chance.”"Okay..." Then the line was dead, a call ended with no glimmer of hope, no support. She was alone again. Having been denied honesty once more, left with even less freedom, and pushed away from her family. She stared down at the dimly lit screen for a few moments,  deeply engulfed in her misery.After a bit of silent loathing, she broke. Her screams of rage were ear-piercing and full of pain. Once more, she had been diminished to nothing but a little girl longing for a normal life, a life with her parents. But they were nowhere to be found.The tears continued for the remaining hours of the night, the echoes of sobs being her only company.  

You'd think that people would've had enough of silly love songs...But they are all this women has to put words to the ignited flame of passion. Never being gifted more than a few years to recreate the magic of those songs before being uprooted to the next place. Love only visited her once or twice, each time just a mere speck on her timeline which was quickly cut off like loose thread to cover her tracks.The isolated girl collected songs to remind her of the crippling euphoria the heart can experience and the world one can be consumed by in the presence of a lovestruck mind. A playlist for those starved of love, those attempting to understand it, and those recovering from it. A survival guide, if you will.Good luck to all those brave enough to be tangled in love's grasp. Can’t Help Falling in Love - ub40Stay - Mac MillerHave You Ever - BrandyLovin You - Minnie RipertonShe Loves You - The BeatlesSanctuary - JojiNothing Compares - The Weeknd Get you - Daniel Caesar and Kali UchisCan’t Take My Eyes Off of You - Lauryn HillIs this love- Bob MarleyWhen I Fall in Love - Celine DionSo Blue - PrinceSafety - GeekGodspeed - Frank Ocean Follow you - Bring Me the HorizonDontchange - Musiq SoulchildGlitter - Tyler the CreatorNever Too Much- Luther VandrossNorthern Wind - City and ColourMy Cherie Amour - Stevie WonderCity Love - John MayerMoon river- Frank OceanPeach - Kevin AbstractOpen Your Eyes - Bobby CaldwellBecause of You - Ne-YoDaydreaming - Aretha FranklinAin’t no Body Taking My Baby - RussMy Boo - Usher and Alicia KeysLove Child - Diana Ross and the SupremesSilly Love Songs - Wings Vision of Love - Mariah CareyChasing Cars - Snow PatrolWork Song - HozierIris - Goo Goo DollsPuppet - Tyler the CreatorThinking bout You - Frank OceanMy Love - Lionel RichieSara Smile - Daryl Hall & John OatesSuddenly - Billy OceanJapanese Demin - Daniel CaesarYou Had Me at Hello - A Day to RememberSaving All My Love for You - Whitney HustonEndless Love- Diana Ross and Lionel RichieThe Things We Do For Love - 10ccUnconditional Love - Jah CureTelepatia - Kali UchisAdore - PrinceThe Only Exception - ParamoreCasey's Song - City and ColourScreen - Twenty-One PilotsLOVE - Kendrick Lamar Adorn - Miguel  

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑-𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎.  𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍? 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛? 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙾𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗.  𝙽𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 Marcellina. 𝙱𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏.  𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢, 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚙; 𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚜. 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚢𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎.  𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚝, 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛; 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜, 𝚓𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚛𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙰 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛; 𝙰 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛.𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢.  𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛-𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜. 

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The tension between Violet and the family, the tragic loss of Kai, and the shocking revelation from Malakai all contribute to a gripping narrative. Here’s a suggestion to further enhance the emotional depth and vividness of your story:Violet's laughter echoed ominously, her voice resonating with a chilling power. "You wish to witness my capabilities? I have obliterated everything you once cherished." Her gaze, now a radiant violet, scrutinized the transformation unfolding before her. Her attire morphed into a dark, ethereal dress, her movements eerily resembling a spectral glide.The children recoiled in terror, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Jake and Nate sprang into action, rushing towards Kai's lifeless form to rescue the infant within. "Time is not our ally," Nate declared, his voice strained with urgency. It was evident that Jake would need to harness his supernatural abilities to save the child nestled within Kai. Swiftly, he plunged his hands into his father's abdomen, extracting the infant who wailed in protest, yearning for the fading warmth of his father. Jake handed the swaddled child to Nate, and together they fled the scene, urging the other children to follow them upstairs, away from the impending danger.Violet's transformation continued, her clothing morphing into a battle-ready ensemble, a clasp securing her attire around her neck and chest. A large, sharp blade materialized in her hand, its edge adorned with shimmering violet crystals."Prepare yourself," she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "You believe you have a family. Your son, my husband, and I will dismantle this family. We will seize your power and ascend as the rulers of hell. You are dismissed, coward." With a swift, practiced motion, she swung her blade towards Corvinus.The children huddled behind the railing, their eyes wide with fear as they watched the confrontation unfold. Jake's expression hardened as he learned of his triplet's betrayal, the realization that one of his own had sided with Violet, their aunt, filled him with disgust. Meanwhile, Nate sought solace with Caine in the bedroom, tending to Rory and offering comfort as waves of grief washed over them.Their protector, their beacon of love, Kai, was gone.Memories of happier times with their father, moments filled with laughter and love, flashed before their eyes. The reality of their loss was a bitter pill to swallow.Meanwhile, Malakai was hastily packing, his actions interrupted by his brother's confrontation. The slap that landed on his face elicited a laugh from him. "You think I care about you? I've been playing the part of the bipolar sufferer. It was all an act, because I am in love with Violet, and she is carrying my child. I would have poisoned you all if I had the chance. You want a fight?" With a defiant toss, Malakai discarded his bag onto the floor. As he retreated, the ground trembled beneath him, causing the evergreens to shudder."I'll annihilate you all," Malakai threatened, his powers reaching their zenith. With a swift motion, a guitar hurtled towards Alex's head.

Tuesday 23rd October. 2001.Case file: 27.Codename: Riddler.  The year was close to the end but not before Halloween had a chance to come around.Children and parents preparing their costumes and candies for a time of year when anyone can wear a mask without having to be a killer.But, It didn't stop criminals from being who they were.Tuesday was the first night when a kill had been reported.The rain had poured heavily, and blood had rinsed away but the blunt-force trauma that the victim endured couldn't be denied.He lay there with forensics on the scene as I watched, high, from the edge of a building.I used binoculars to see and an audible device nearby between the officers.I listened.Deputy Commissioner Gordon: "What do we have here, Ramirez?"Detective Ramirez: "The body has been here between 30-36 with blunt force trauma to the head. Forensic found a brick nearby. We are going to check if it's from any buildings in the local area. The rain hasn't helped but there was one thing we found but were waiting for you to show up."She took out an envelope-sized item that was made of a strong, resistant material. Someone was prepared for the weather.Gordon signalled for an umbrella and opened it. Gordon: "This man died. Another will supersede. But first, waste no seconds and figure out my riddle...three...""If you look at the numbers on my face, you won't find 13 anyplace."Gordon and his crew were confused. "What is always on time but never arrives?"Gordon continued."Now, the last.""A Question, what is it that no man wants, but no man wants to lose?"Gordon needed a moment, re-reading the words to try to make any sense to them."We need people on these riddles for clues. Everyone else, continue checking the scene.The rain fell on me as I put the binoculars away. The audible device, I would come back for later.I had Riddles to figure out.The second one, I got quickly.  What is always on time but never arrives? Tomorrow.The third came not long after that. What does no man want but does not want to lose? A lawsuit.I left the Rooftop, gliding and swinging high in the sky as I thought over, and over, having the first riddle on repeat.Then, I saw it.  The Clocktower which was closed due to renovations.No thirteen to be found. A clock face only had twelve.If the victim had been found sooner, I could have found the second one alive. Now, it seemed unlikely.I landed on the building and made my way inside. I looked around and saw nothing. Just renovation work. Nothing out of the ordinary until I saw the bell, and shoes hanging.Inside, was a body, hanging in place of the clapper. I was unable to recognise the face without removing it. I had to wait for Gordon.But, there was a riddle attached that I could read."What does a liar do when dead?"I left and reached the edge of a building. Muttering out."He lies still."I leapt off the building, it was time to give Gordon some hints so the investigation could continue quickly.

Malakai, once a warrior, now a man haunted by shadows, moved with a desperate urgency. His room, a sanctuary of memories and secrets, bore witness to his frantic preparations. The air clung to him, thick with foreboding, as if the very walls whispered of impending doom.His father, a once-mighty figure, lay dying—a fading ember in the hearth of their lineage. The house groaned under the weight of sorrow, its timbers sagging with the weight of memories. Outside, the fires of hell flickered, their infernal dance waning. The scent of sulfur permeated every corner, a bitter reminder that the boundary between realms had frayed.Demons, unleashed from their infernal prison, prowled the night. Their malevolence seeped through the cracks, staining the air with malefic intent. Malakai’s pulse quickened; he knew the stakes. The world teetered on the precipice, and he was its reluctant guardian.In the dimness, Kai clasped his husband’s hand—a lifeline in the tempest. But his gaze strayed to his sister, Violet, her smile both beguiling and tragic. Soon, it would be his last sight of her. The bond between siblings, woven through shared secrets and whispered confidences, now frayed like the edges of an old tapestry.Slowly, Kai's heart ceased, His eyes trans fixed upon his husband's now as he lay there dead. Killed by his own sister, His twin ruined what they had. Kai had been destroyed.Hearing Corvinus's screams Violet began to remember.Violet, her name whispered like a forgotten melody, raced through the castle’s shadowed corridors. Her heart pounded in sync with the frantic rhythm of her footsteps. The air clung to her skin, thick with anticipation and dread. She had sensed the unraveling—the fragile balance between realms tipping toward chaos.The door to her nephew’s room stood ajar, revealing a tableau of love and hope. There, Kai, once her confidant, lay cradling her brother’s lifeless hand. His eyes, once vibrant blue, now held only memories. Violet’s breath hitched; she had arrived too late. The room itself seemed to mourn, its walls sagging under the weight of grief.And Malakai, the enigma, stood by the window. Shadows clung to him, whispering secrets of forbidden pacts and desperate choices. His gaze met Violet’s, and in that moment, she understood. Sacrifices had been made, bargains struck. The demons danced, their malevolence seeping through the cracks.“Violet,” Malakai’s voice was a low rasp, edged with sorrow. “You shouldn’t have come.”But she had to. For love, for family, for the fragile thread that bound them all. She stepped forward, her own heart a tempest. “We have to?”Malakai’s lips curved, bitter and beautiful. “The price,” he said. “It was higher than we imagined.”Violet’s gaze shifted to the lifeless form of her brother,Looking to Corvinus, with a grin, a wicked moment. Violet's grin a wicked crescent, watched the scene unfold.  As Shadows clung to Malakai, drawn by the malevolence in the air. Helena, his sister, moved with desperate urgency—her footsteps echoing the rhythm of her racing heart. Why wasn’t her best friend answering? The castle’s walls whispered secrets, but none revealed the truth.Inside the room, Alina awaited them. Her eyes blazed with accusation. Malakai, once her twin brother, now a harbinger of chaos, stood at the epicenter of their shattered world. The poison—the devil’s gift—had seeped into their veins, corroding bonds forged in blood.“How f***ing dare you,” Alina spat, her voice a tempest. She hurled her rage at Malakai, her words like shards of glass. But he was no longer the brother she remembered. His powers, once dormant, surged—a maelstrom of wrath and regret.With a single movement, Malakai’s hand swept through the air. Alina lifted, weightless, her scream swallowed by the void. The glass window shattered, and she hurtled through it. Her body twisted, spine cracking, pain igniting every nerve. The night air embraced her, and she plummeted toward the earth.But fate was crueler still. The statue, ancient and unyielding, awaited her descent. Her head met stone, and darkness claimed her.In that room, love and betrayal collided. Kai's heart was Destroyed; he had loved them both—the twin flames of his existence. But Malakai’s bargain had torn their family apart. The devil’s price was steep, and now Alina paid it with her broken form.Outside, the demons danced, their laughter echoing through the castle.

Hate, betrayal, and forbidden love—a potent mix that swirls through the lives of Malakai, Violet, and Scarlett. Their intertwined destinies dance on the edge of danger, fueled by secrets and treachery. Let us delve deeper into this web of intrigue, where love and malice collide.The Poisoned PactChapter I: The Lethal BrewMalakai’s heart thrummed with a dark rhythm—a symphony of vengeance and desire. His parents, the architects of his torment, were marked for death. The poison, meticulously administered over months, seeped into Kai’s veins like a venomous whisper. Morzans concoction, perfected by Violet, was a silent assassin, weaving its way through the BlackRider lineage.Tonight, the final act would unfold. Malakai sought solace in Scarlett’s crimson-haired embrace. She was his confidante, the keeper of his darkest secrets. But could he trust her with the truth that would shatter their bond?Scarlett’s DescentChapter III: The Crimson RevelationScarlett’s world was a blur of crimson and terror. Her mind raced as Malakai’s confession echoed in her ears—a symphony of dread that rescinded with each heartbeat. She had known Malakai’s darkness, but the depth of his malice was unfathomable.“I’m killing my father, Kai,” he had said, his voice a dagger cloaked in velvet. The revelation shattered her reality, splintering it like the glass that now lay broken at her feet.Scarlett’s gaze darted to the side, seeking an escape, a lifeline. But Malakai’s eyes, once a comforting brown, were now voids of blackness—pools of despair drawing her in.“Malakai?” she whispered, her voice trembling. The name felt foreign on her lips, tainted by the poison of his intent.A sadness flickered across Malakai’s face, a ghost of the friend she once knew. “Aw Scarlett,” he murmured, his sorrow laced with an icy finality.Instinct propelled her towards the phone, but Malakai was upon her—a predator in human guise. “No Malakai!” she cried out, her plea lost amidst the chaos of their struggle.Her fingers clawed at the air, grasping for salvation as he squeezed the breath from her lungs. The patio doors buckled under their weight, the glass fracturing like the trust between them.Scarlett fought with every fiber of her being, her nails scraping against the pane, leaving trails of blood—a crimson testament to her defiance. But it was not enough.With a force that belied his human form, Malakai hurled her into the pool. The water enveloped her, a cold embrace that stole the warmth from her skin. His powers surged, and ice formed above her—a crystalline barrier between life and death.The sun’s rays were powerless against the spell that encased her. Immortality—the key to breaking free—was beyond her grasp.Panic set in as Scarlett’s lungs screamed for air. She pounded against the ice, but it held firm—a frozen prison crafted by betrayal. Her breaths became ragged gasps until she could hold no more.Water rushed in, filling the void where air once was. Her struggles waned, and darkness crept into the edges of her vision. In those final moments, Scarlett’s thoughts were not of fear or anger but of sorrow—for Malakai, for herself, for a friendship lost to the abyss.And then there was silence.The Bitter CupChapter II: The Poison Takes HoldBack at the BlackRider manor, Kai’s unsuspecting lips met the poisoned coffee. The liquid slid down, a bitter elixir. Coughs erupted, and pain clenched his chest. Helena, his concerned daughter, rushed to his side. But the fluid filled his lungs, drowning him.“Daddy!” Helena’s plea echoed, futile against the inexorable tide.Kai crawled, the kitchen table splintering under his weight. His husband, Corvinus, was absent. Violet stood in the doorway, her smirk a cruel secret. She reveled in Kai’s suffering, knowing she had orchestrated this demise.Malakai, now distant, whispered to Violet, “I love you.” His touch traced her jawline, sealing their pact. The sun shone, but the spell held. Immortality awaited those who dared to break it.And so, the BlackRider legacy unraveled—a tapestry of poison, love, and betrayal, woven by hands stained with malice.

I’m still working on this stuff—but I wanted to make mention of the main foundation(s) for my AU version of Ten, whenever I'm writing him in that form. There are two critical events that are the most important and set the stage for how everything diverges.1.  THE END OF TIMEThe Doctor does not regenerate in this scenario. He still makes his final tour and visits everyone, including past Rose. But when he starts to succumb to the radiation and falls in the snow, he sees Rose (in the form of the Bad Wolf) instead of the Ood. The “real” Rose is still in the parallel world. When she absorbed the time vortex and the Bad Wolf scattered her essence across time and space, she foresaw the necessity of the Tenth Doctor's continued presence in the universe. For some reason, events weren’t happening as they should be, and it was not supposed to be his time. This version is a manifestation of Rose, imbued with remnants of the Bad Wolf’s abilities. Essentially, she is an echo. An aspect of herself that was left behind to intervene at this critical juncture, appearing to him in his moment of need. She helps him back to the TARDIS, then heals him through a combination of her touch and a kiss; reminiscent of the way the Ninth Doctor had saved Rose on Satellite Five. It comes back full-circle. She essentially resets his current incarnation back to prime condition, without triggering a regeneration. She vanishes shortly after.2.  TRENZALORE Considering his escape from regeneration, it’s the Tenth Doctor who faces the centuries-long siege to protect the town of Christmas. The same events still happen; he spends about 900 years there and grows old. But when Clara Oswald pleads to the Time Lords for assistance, she requests not only a new set of regenerations for the Doctor, but also that he retains his current form (knowing that he is fond of his current incarnation). Her plea is granted, "resetting the clock" on his age and allowing him a renewed continuation of his current form.By the time the Doctor crosses paths with Donna Noble again, only about 60-100 years have passed from his perspective, between Trenzalore and their reunion (excluding his time spent in the confession dial). As a result, he appears mostly the same as he had before, with minimal signs of aging. Of course, on a psychological level, considering canon events from this point in time through to the 60th Anniversary specials, he has still been through a *lot*. So he obviously goes through some changes in that regard, to an extent, based on his experiences. So, there you have it. It also explains why Ten still looks like—well, Ten… and why he has the same underlying personality, despite the fact that well over 1,000 years have passed for him in the span of the 15 years that have passed for Donna Noble. I realized that it wouldn’t have made sense without this extra tweak.I mean… alternatively, sure. I could've just assumed that everything happened as canon, the only difference being that Thirteen regenerated back into Ten.  But I find Option #1 to be more fun. Though they share the “same face”, Ten and Fourteen are not interchangeable. They still have some distinct differences and are not quite the same person. I don’t write as the Fourteenth Doctor. I have nothing against him, I’m just more comfortable with Ten. I also still write as canon Ten quite often, so I need to leave the door open for that. This whole ‘AU’ thing just gives me a way to involve him in more recent events in the timeline of the show when the situation calls for it. And it allows me to keep the muse relevant without always having to rely on time displacement.. With that SAID: I'm still open to writing Ten in current events as canon sometimes, too. If it works for the story. If the story isn't based on recent events, I can write him anywhere. Canon, non-canon, prime universe, Pete's World, whatever. I'm pretty flexible. Side note: I do not like the Timeless Child arc, and I prefer not to write about it. Sorry. I just don't like the idea, and I prefer to keep his Gallifreyan heritage intact in my own writing. Might be a controversial take, I don't know. But if you don't like it, no one's forcing you to write with me. I might not be the most accurate writer in the world with the lore, but hey. It's fiction. We're all here to have fun. So, let's have fun!.

Lux is and was a very popular  live music venue in Los Angeles that was open from 1974 to current year which was 1986. It was considered the "granddaddy" of rock venues.  During its heyday, Lux hosted such acts as the Cars, the  Metallica, the Ramones, the runaways and so many other popular names in the music scene. In the 70s Lux was a restaurant and bar catering to college students but that was a short. Before that it was a courthouse the one that Lucifer and Lilith had gotten married in . when it was a restaurant it was a horrible place to be and never  offered live music. Eventually the owner was Soo bad he had to sell the building so he wouldn't be financially crushed and that is where Lucifer came in he bought the building with no hesitation! He was the one to make it what it is even when time passed on it was one of the best places to go to have fun and now it   featured all types of music even  local bands lux was also considered important for its contribution to the Hardcore movement which it was a believe it not it was a safe place There was  hardcore punk scene in that club and also it was the only club in town to accept gay people in the club so you would see a drag queen on occasion as well and heavy on the Sex,Drugs ,and Rock n Roll.Several weeks ago Lucifer had an argument with one of his female dancers  which she had gotten so angry she threw her drink in his face which a moment later she slapped him in the face and that was the last time he had seen her but now he had a spot for someone  to take and he needed it  he needed someone fast for entertainment wise he didn't ask for those back ground checks on this place  he was in his office/apartment that was only a floor up from the club yes he liked to be close to his riches. The young but very gay bartender named Chauncey was cleaning the glasses for the guest that were in LUX The young but very gay bartender named Chauncey was cleaning the glasses for the guest he checked the person at the bar out not for sexual reason he just loved her outfit * welcome to LUX what would you like to drink ? * Not knowing the stranger Chauncey remarked with a big smile when the stranger asked for the boss  *let me get Mr. Morningstar for you that stud is around here somewhere the bartender left to go find his boss which at the moment when he walked away Lucifer was just coming out of his elevator he fixed his suit he smiled looking around the busy crowd for the first time that night made him really busy as everyone who was enjoying the band name The Styx play fantastically Lucifer made his way through the crowd pushing way to the bar not knowing  someone was there to see him Lucifer pushed through the crowd trying to avoid the woman who wanted to dance with him or maybe do even more things him he said *excuse me* when a woman tried to grind against him he squeeze through the crowd fixing his suit yet again when he walked to the bar and was about to order when before he could say anything the female bartender (not Chauncey) slid his favorite drink over to him * thank you luv * he said before he took a sip with a smile he knew he shouldn't be drinking on the job but all things considered he was the owner he could do anything there that he desired to do. https://youtu.be/ZXhuso4OTG4?si=8o7gjPAccAnvwhIS

And a Child Shall Lead Them   Machiavellian / @windingxpath It was such a relief to have Scott Summers show up when he did. The mutant known as Sunfire who had been a part of the X-men had a great love for his homeland and all the children that had been born mutants. Japan had been a very xenophobic society less than 300 years prior, so some old feelings just simply didn't vanish so easily. Most did accept other nations on Japanese soil. But seeing a child born to look like a humanoid feline was still spoken of as witchcraft by some.“It's one of my kids, Scott. She's got a similar mutation as Hank. She was born on a neighboring island to Hiroshima. I've seen quite a bit of mutants since then coming from that area and Nagasaki for obvious reasons.” Yoshida paused for a moment to compose himself. “Akemi Ito is her name. Her parents kicked her out when she started to get furry. They are some of the old school people who think mutants are yōkai or demons. I took the kid in here at the shelter when she made it to Tokyo. I thought I was getting through to her but apparently not.”The frustration was growing on the face of the most famous mutant in my all of Japan. “She believes it's a curse like her parents grilled into her head. She's only 14 Scott. So she's still got a lot of growing up to do.” The light of recognition illuminated Yoshida-San. “I have reason to believe she's sought out a cult leader named Suguru Geto because he's claimed he can remove cursed spirits.”Japan was an ancient land. It was not uncommon for many to believe in curses and cursed spirits. “Geto leads a cult called Taimubesseru kyōkai or Time Vessel Association in English. I'd go after her myself, but I can't leave here. Can you help me find this kid before Geto gets his claws into her?” Geto was known for not hurting children. The rumors were that he'd actually adopted two little girls after slaughtering most of their village. Yoshida-San was petrified for Akemi.~*~  Inside the four walls of the temple, Geto was smiling. He always smiled even before he slaughtered a room full of adult non Jujutsu sorcerers. He often refused to harm any children under the age of 16. No one knew why, but Geto did. Every time he looked at them no matter the gender, he was thrust back into the way Fushiguro had murdered Riko Amanai right in front of him. ”If only… He had often told himself. Akemi Ito reminded him of Riko. The only difference was that Akemi-chan looked like a giant Neko [cat]. “Are you hungry?” He asked her.Akemi-chan shook her head even though her stomach spoke otherwise. Her ears lay flat against her head. “Well I guess so.” She spoke silently. She had given all her money to Geto-Sama so she had nothing left. “I can't pay–” “Nonsense.” He interrupted. “You will eat something, ok?” Geto had a father’s smile which touched Akemi. Her nervousness started to visibly melt away. He did see a minor cursed spirit clinging to her right shoulder. It actually resembled a Shiba Ino but on a much smaller scale. The horns on its head were rather disturbing however. Geto knew he was the only one who saw it. He motioned for a friendly woman cult member to approach. “Please take our new friend in and give her something to eat.” The woman bowed her head to Geto and began to lead the girl into the kitchen. It was late and the dining hall was closed. What Geto-Sama wanted, he always got.Akemi walked past him with her head bowed in respect. She did not notice that he had snatched up the unseen curse on her shoulder. It turned into a ball of magical energy in his fingertips. She just suddenly felt better. It was like coming here was the right thing to do after all.Once the girl had left to go to the kitchen, he took the ball of cursed energy and held it in his fingertips a bit longer. Mutants were cursed energy generators. All the hatred by human society toward these people who were different meant that these spirits born of such vile emotions would continue to give rise to more curses. Mutations were not curses in and of themselves. The bigotry toward them caused curses to multiply. He stared at this ball.The whole cursed spirit manipulation technique he possessed was vile at times. Taking in a new spirit meant he had to swallow it. It always tasted like a rag used to wipe up vomit. Geto closed his eyes and choked down this new cursed spirit.He was going to have to be ready soon. A mutant child like Akemi was going to have Yoshida-San or someone close to him knocking on Geto's proverbial door. He had to get ready for this visitor. Given that the individual coming for Akemi-chan was likely an adult mutant, Geto had to brace himself for battle.  "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." credit: james kriet

Etherea,    in its splendor, unfurls landscapes of majestic mountains crowned with ice, their slopes adorned with an unusual flora of delicate pink grasses. The air, redolent with the sweetness of nectar, carries the harmonious symphony of a world alive. Yet, one must cast a vigilant gaze skyward, for winged creatures soar through the ether, their shadows casting a subtle menace upon the land below. The citadels of Etherea, known as the Gum Cities, stand as bastions of safety, their walls aglow with the soft luminescence of bioluminescent flora. It is within these urban sanctuaries that the denizens find solace from the aerial predators that prowl the daylight skies. This realm, home to a diverse congregation of eight billion souls from disparate origins, thrives under the watchful eyes of its inhabitants. While the nocturnal avians present a curious threat, the planet remains a sanctuary for those equipped with the knowledge and tools to navigate its wonders. Vigilance is the companion of every traveler, for the terrain of Etherea, bathed in hues of vibrant crimson, offers a life-affirming contrast to the familiar greens of distant worlds. In this tapestry of life, the intelligent observer—perhaps a scholar with a mind honed by the rigors of academia—would see Etherea not as a place of danger, but as a testament to the resilience and adaptability of life in all its myriad forms. Here, in the embrace of Etherea, intelligence is not merely a trait but a necessity, a guiding star for those who traverse the pink-grassed valleys and the snow-capped peaks under the watchful dance of the cosmos.  Certainly! Here’s a detailed expansion of the themes for your blog on Etherea:   The Cultural Tapestry of Etherea: Etherea’s inhabitants, a kaleidoscope of beings from myriad origins, weave a vibrant cultural mosaic. Their festivals are a symphony of color, where the night sky is painted with the fireworks of a thousand worlds. Languages as diverse as the planets themselves echo through the Gum Cities, each word a testament to the rich heritage of its speaker. The Ecology of Etherea: The Gum Cities, nestled within the embrace of the Nebulae Forests, are a marvel of symbiosis. The bioluminescent flora not only illuminates the cities but also sustains the delicate ecosystems where ethereal creatures and inhabitants coexist. The pink grasses, a unique botanical wonder, perform photosynthesis with the faint starlight, sustaining the diverse fauna that roams the crimson plains. The Philosophy of Existence in Etherea: In Etherea, existence is an art form, and intelligence—the brush with which its inhabitants paint their destinies. Here, philosophical debates rise like constellations, pondering the nature of consciousness in a world where the mind’s potential is as limitless as the universe itself. The Technology of Etherea: The technology of Etherea is a dance of innovation and tradition, where ancient magic fuses with modern science. Transportation pods glide seamlessly through the air, powered by the gravitational pull of the planets, while holographic archives in the Celestial Library preserve the knowledge of the cosmos. The Art and Literature of Etherea: Art in Etherea is a reflection of the cosmos—vast, boundless, and stirring. The literature is as deep as the space-time continuum, with epics that span eons, and poetry that captures the essence of a single, fleeting comet tail. The Governance of Etherea: Etherea is governed by a council of wise elders, each representing a sector of the Gum Cities. Their decisions are guided by the Celestial Code—a set of principles derived from the harmony of the universe, ensuring peace and prosperity for all. The Personal Narratives of Etherea: Every inhabitant of Etherea has a story as unique as a star. From the young scholar exploring the mysteries of the Nebulae Forests to the artisan crafting sculptures that defy gravity, each narrative is a thread in the grand tapestry of Etherean life. These expanded themes will provide your readers with a comprehensive view of Etherea, inviting them to explore its wonders alongside its inhabitants. 🌌✨ .style1 { text-align: center; } table { border: 1px solid #c4c7c5; border-radius: 4px; font-size: 16px; } th { padding: 18px 16px; text-align: left; } td { padding: 16px; border-top: 1px solid #c4c7c5; } .katex-mathml{ display: block; text-align: center; } .katex-html { display: none; }