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shadowtriovibes · 11 months

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bewitched, bothered, and bewildered

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: E

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PIV sex, fluff and smut

Summary: "I would like to request Sebastian and MC wanting to have their first time and Seb being the bookworm he is doing some ~research in the restricted section on how to make MC feel good and when she discovers it finds it super sweet ❤"

Tonight he has a very specific quest as he wanders the underground stacks, keeping a mindful eye out for any nosy ghosts as he makes his way toward one of the sections he hasn’t ever had the mind to explore. A small piece of parchment is affixed to the end of the row, and in Scribner’s tight, precise scrawl he sees the words, "Sexually Explicit Materials." Sebastian smirks – precisely what he sought.

Throughout his years at Hogwarts, Sebastian has snuck into the Restricted Section of the library more times than he can recall.

It’s almost too easy to cause a distraction, conceal himself with Disillusionment and slip past Scribner to pick the lock and let himself into Hogwarts’ most valuable collection of rare books, obscure manuscripts, and other magical oddities deemed too advanced (or dangerous) for the average student.

As long as Peeves is otherwise occupied, he usually finds what he’s looking for without incident.

However, it’s been a while since Sebastian has found himself in need of a book from this particular section. Ever since you’d used Isadora’s magic to pull Anne’s curse from her frail body and store it in a goblin-made metal locket, he’d kept his word and avoided practicing any sort of Dark Arts.

He simply doesn’t need to anymore.

(...He still reads about it sometimes. But how else will he know what to avoid?)

A small piece of parchment is affixed to the end of the row, and in Scribner’s tight, precise scrawl he sees the words, “Sexually Explicit Materials.”

Sebastian smirks – precisely what he sought.

It’s an open secret amongst Hogwarts’ more senior students that somewhere hidden within the Restricted Section was an entire shelf of books all about, well… relations. Witches would whisper to each other about how they could probably find out everything they’d ever wanted to know about the mysterious opposite sex.

The wizards just hoped that could find some illustrations.

At least a few times per year, some ambitious students would attempt to get a teacher’s permission to access such books, but most failed. Sebastian, not willing to risk being turned down, figured it would be better to ask forgiveness if he was caught “borrowing” a few books rather than seek someone like Sharp’s permission.

He peered closely at the spines as he crept down the length of the aisle.

Smethwyk’s Guide to Marital Relations… Magickal Self-Knowledge… Sexual Behaviour in the Contemporary Wizard… Bewitching the Fairer Sexe…

That last one piques his interest.

He slides it off the shelf and gingerly opens the front cover, hoping that the book won’t start to sensually moan (or worse) and alert the librarian of his presence. Mercifully it remains silent, so he eagerly starts to flip through its pages.

Oh, there are illustrations and then some. The magical kind that move, at that.

Sebastian knows that if anyone were to catch him right now, he’d be terminally embarrassed. But he’s determined to read this book from cover to cover – not merely out of curiosity, but because he has a purpose now.

Since the two of you had decided to make the leap from friends to something more, you’ve already shared so many lovely milestones. To Sebastian, they were all meaningful: the first time you’d kissed, the first time you’d felt each other through your clothes, the first time you’d both had to spring apart and catch your breaths because things had gotten very intense very quickly. (That last memory is one of his favorites to relive.)

But earlier that week, you’d sprung on him that you were ready.

“Ready?” he’d asked dumbly.

“Ready,” you breathed, kissing down his jaw to his neck while you squirmed impatiently in his lap. “For you, for more.”

“You want more?” Sebastian sighed contently, tipping his head back so you can suck one of those claiming bruises you love to put on him. “We have all night, love, and I’m certainly in no rush.”

“I mean for sex,” you blurted out.

“Y-you said you’re ready for…?” he stammered. “W-well, I mean–”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” you mumbled, immediately backing off. “You must think me truly wicked for even suggesting it.”

In fact, Sebastian wasn’t thinking much of anything at that moment. But he forced himself to focus and reassure you that he wasn’t upset with you at all.

He’s quite interested, it’s just… he feels hopelessly ignorant.

He knows you lived in the Muggle world until you were fifteen, and that there’s no such compunction about talking about sexual relations at that age within non-magic spaces. Witches and wizards remain staunchly conservative on the matter, however, and generally the topic of “marital intimacy” is firmly taboo in public at Hogwarts.

Students are undoubtedly curious, but many will remain pretty naive until they leave school.

You, however, are not ignorant. He’s fairly confident you’ve never indulged in that sort of behavior with anyone else, but your knowledge of what witches and wizards do together, what the two of you might do together is assuredly more robust than his own.

He simply can’t have that.

Sebastian slips Bewitching the Fairer Sexe into his school bag and sneaks back out of the library. He doesn’t crack it open again until he’s back in the dormitory with the curtains pulled tightly around his bed.

At first he doesn’t bother casting Silencio, because that’s not what this is about. He’s stubbornly focused on learning from this text, not on becoming distracted by all the enchanted illustrations of the erogenous zones of a witch’s body, or where exactly one should touch between her thighs to bring her to her climax, or even how a wizard can use his mouth to pleasure her…

Merlin, who is he kidding? Better do a Silencio just in case.

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Sebastian clings to that book for nearly a full week before he’s caught.

By you, no less, which is horrifically embarrassing.

He’d even kept it hidden from his dormmates with the exception of Ominis, who can always tell when he’s got a secret. He just assures Sebastian that he couldn’t care less about a smutty book as long as it doesn’t involve any phonic components.

But he’d left it underneath his pillow with a single corner sticking out, and that’s all it took for you to find it when you let yourself into the seventh-year wizards’ room to borrow one of your love’s scarves for your afternoon walk down to Hogsmeade.

When you don’t return quickly, Sebastian goes upstairs to track you down.

He’s horrified to discover you sitting cross-legged on his bed, lazily flipping through the book.

“That’s not mine,” he blurts out in a panic.

“It was on your bed,” you counter, barely looking up from its pages. “Under your pillow, even.”

“You’re snooping through my things?” he demands as he feels himself flush red.

“Obviously,” you scoff. “Like you wouldn’t do the same if you could get into my room.”

“That’s not the point,” he insists. “I – will you quit looking at that?!”

“Why?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. “It’s really quite informative, this book of yours. Not a bad resource.”

He anxiously runs a hand through his hair and mutters, “Merlin’s beard.”

“You know what might have been easier, though?” you say, finally closing the book and leaning over to drop it on Sebastian’s side table.

When he doesn’t answer, you get up from the bed and cross the room to him before taking his hands and placing them firmly on your waist.

“You could have just asked me,” you say softly.

He immediately makes a face.

“What?” you protest.

“I just… I wanted to figure out what I’m doing before coming to you,” he admits. “Felt like I was supposed to.”

“Why’s that?” you ask softly, winding your arms around his shoulders.

“I’m a wizard,” Sebastian says as if it’s supposed to be obvious. “I’m not supposed to be so clueless.”

You gently remind him, “But you’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“You’ve never had a boyfriend,” he retorts.

“Sure, but I had Muggle friends,” you explain. “They talk about sex, they’re not as repressed as you wizards.”

“If you think I’m repressed, may I introduce you to Ominis?” Sebastian jokes, and you roll your eyes fondly.

“All I’m saying is, I may know a thing or two,” you murmur as you raise up onto your tiptoes to kiss him. “And we can always talk about what we want.”

As you kiss him, Sebastian stubbornly thinks, I know a thing or two as well now.

His hands drift from your waist down to your hips as he pulls you closer, earning a soft sigh from you that makes him smile against your lips.

“Tell me what you want then,” he asks as his hands continue sliding down to your ass.

“Right now?” you ask softly. “Here?”

“If you want,” he offers. “Everyone else is out for the day, we have all afternoon.”

“Yes,” you gasp, and Sebastian isn’t sure if you’re agreeing with him or reacting to him slipping his hands underneath your skirt to feel your bare skin.

He steals a few more increasingly urgent kisses before breaking away from you to put a quick locking spell on the door.

You return to Sebastian’s bed while he shrugs off his jacket, promptly abandoning it on the floor. His vest and shirt follow while you watch with an expectant look.

Before reaching for his belt, he skeptically looks you up and down. “Why aren’t you taking your clothes off?”

“I was hoping you would do it for me,” you say softly.

Merlin, you are absolutely going to be the death of him one of these days.

Thoughts of his belt abandoned, Sebastian joins you on the bed and cups your face in his hands so he can thoroughly kiss you before getting to work taking off your uniform. By now you’ve both seen a fair bit more of each other than you have of anyone else, but never like this – never fully bare.

Your vest and tie are simple enough as they’re just like his own, but once he starts unbuttoning your shirt, he reveals a whole new layer: a thin chemise that sits just below your shoulders tucked inside a simple white corset that cinches your waist. Its seams drew clear attention to your breasts, and Sebastian wishes he could simply charm the damn thing right off you.

However, he remembers from his reading that you might enjoy being rid of it by his hands instead, slowly building the sort of anticipation that his book had claimed witches crave in the bedroom.

He feels vindicated each time your breath hitches when he slips open another one of the corset’s delicate hooks. Once the garment goes slack and falls open to your sides, he enthusiastically slides his hands beneath your chemise and cups your breasts in his hands.

“Touch me,” you groan, arching your back.

“I am touching you,” he teases.

You whine frustratedly and place your hands over his through your shirt, encouraging him to properly take hold of you.

That won’t do, Sebastian thinks. He wants to reassure you that he is not naive to your pleasure, that he knows exactly where he needs to touch you to drive you mad.

He’s read that you’re sensitive here, especially when you’re wanting for touch. He drags his thumbs over your nipples, both at the same time, and you sigh his name.

If he hasn’t already been growing hard in his trousers, that certainly would have done it.

“Touch you here is what you meant, hmm?” he murmurs as he rubs slow circles over your tender peaks. “Let’s try to be more specific next time, love.”

You don’t even bother telling him to bugger off, which lets him know he’s gotten you worked up already.

You pout endearingly when Sebastian removes his hands from your chest. He assuages you with a quick kiss before coaxing you into arching your back for him again so he can toss the corset to the floor. Then he pulls your chemise up over your head and quickly chucks it away as well. Now he can actually see your chest, already flushed pink from just his hands.

You cry out when he licks one of your stiff nipples and takes it into his mouth. He moans into your skin and sucks at you, remembering having read to be gentle with you here. You reward his efforts by twisting your fingers into his curls to hold him against your breast and stroking your thumb along his hollowed cheek.

Amused, he recalls being a younger student and hearing some of the seventh-year insisting that witches tasted like a wide range of things. Often they insisted the taste was either floral or sweet like sugar candies, but one of them had even claimed he’d pressed his lips to his girlfriend’s chest and tasted elderflower wine.

You don’t taste like any of those things. On his tongue Sebastian notices only the clean taste of warm skin, like when he kisses your neck, and maybe a lingering note of the rosewater perfume you sometimes wear. It’s heady and human and maddeningly perfect.

“Just like that, Seb,” you whine.

Beneath him, your legs fall open wider and your skirt is rucked up to the middle of your thighs. Sebastian thinks it’s a crying shame you’re even still wearing the silly thing, so he pulls away from you with a filthy wet sound and reaches for the clasp at the side of your skirt.

“Lift up,” he murmurs and you tilt your hips so he can tug your skirt down. He easily hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your undergarments as well so that he can get you naked all at once.

You’re a sight straight from one of his daydreams like this – nude and flushed all over with your legs spread in his bed.

He grips his cock through his trousers to give himself some much-needed relief while you observe with a covetous stare.

“I want to see you,” you tell him. “And don’t you dare say ‘you can already see me’ or some nonsense, I want to see your cock.”

“As you wish, love,” he says cheekily.

After undoing his trousers, Sebastian shoves them and his own undergarments down to the middle of his thighs. He can’t resist the urge to stroke himself a few times before letting you take a look.

As far as “wand lengths” go, he never much worried about comparing himself to others; he thought he could safely say that he was at least average. Now though, the seconds feel like minutes underneath your gaze. You’re quite red in the face and your eyes are wider than usual, and he suddenly realizes that it’s the first time anyone else has ever looked at him like this.

He didn’t think it would feel that significant, but it does.

“Well?” Sebastian asks teasingly, desperate for you to say something.

Finally, you stutter, “W-well, you’re definitely bigger than my fingers.”

“Your fingers?” he says. “You mean when you…?”

“Yes,” you squeak. “And now I’m nervous it’s going to hurt.”

He frowns. “Oh.”

“B-but I want to!” you quickly insist. “I just think, um. Maybe we can start with something else?”

“Love,” Sebastian murmurs fondly, leaning down to kiss your jaw. “Of course we’re going to work our way there, I wasn’t ever going to just put it in right away.”

“No?” you sigh distractedly.

“Aren’t you witches supposed to love foreplay?” he teases. “I read all about it in my book.”

“What’s that?” you ask him.

He raises an eyebrow and you continue to stare at him expectantly.

“I thought you were supposed to ‘know a thing or two,’” he says. “Foreplay is everything we do before the actual, er. Penetrative part. Surely you weren’t expecting to just…?”

Everything Sebastian had read had told him that under no circumstances should he press inside you without ensuring you were prepared. He’d poured over the illustrations that instructed him how to use his fingers to stimulate you, how to help acclimate you to feeling full before he filled you with his cock. (He learned he could even use his tongue to do the job, which sounds bloody brilliant.)

“I – I don’t know,” you admit. “I mean, I know you’re going to go inside. And I know how I use my fingers on myself sometimes, but I just…”

You trail off sheepishly. “Maybe I didn’t know as much as I thought.”

Sebastian is quite pleased by this turn of events. “Bet you’re glad I found that book then, aren’t you?”

You scoff and spread your legs a little bit wider. “Let’s see it then, you know-it-all. Show me this ‘foreplay’ of yours.”

He quickly shoves his pants the rest of the way off and kneels between your legs, one hand gently resting on the lowest part of your stomach. He thinks you’re even lovelier between your thighs than the illustrations, with your taut, delicate skin flushed pink and glistening wet at your entrance.

“Just one to start,” he mumbles to himself, pressing the tip of his middle finger against your slit with his palm up just as he’d learned.

Your body opens up for Sebastian so beautifully that if he didn’t know any better, he’d think that this must surely be some kind of ancient magic in itself – perhaps a primordial form as old as wizardkind.

His mouth on you earlier has gotten you plenty wet, and inside you’re soft as silk and feverishly warm. He curses under his breath at the realization that soon enough, he’ll feel this on his cock. (He has no idea how he’ll ever be able to go back to his own hand and some salve after this.)

“Good?” he asks you distractedly.

“Yes,” you sigh.

He glances up to check your expression and finds that your eyes have slipped shut, and there’s a blissful smile on your lips.

Determined to keep you focused, Sebastian murmurs, “Tell me how you use your fingers on yourself.”

“I – I usually use two, maybe three,” you admit shyly. “But my hands are smaller than yours.”

“Do you like to think about anything while you touch yourself?” he asks in a low voice.

You whine like you’re overwhelmed, but your hips cant toward his hand and he can tell what you’re asking for. He pulls out until just the tip of his finger is inside you, and then he presses back in with his index finger tucked alongside it.

“Yes, Seb,” you whimper.

“Go on then, tell me what you think about,” he croons. “I’ll tell you what I think about if you do.”

He starts to fuck his hand into you like that, burying two long fingers in you all the way to the knuckle. Watching you take him inside you like this is a thousand times more captivating than any illustration in any smutty book that’s ever been published, he’s sure of it.

“I can’t,” you protest. “We aren’t supposed to — that’s dirty, talking about that.”

“Dirtier than this?” he asks wryly. “Love, you can tell me anything.”

You stay stubbornly silent until Sebastian presses his thumb to that swollen nub that peeks out just above your entrance, the one that looks like it’s aching to be touched. Just the lightest touch elicits a broken moan out of you.

“Tell me what you think about and I’ll give you a third finger,” he bargains.

“P-please,” you beg. “I just – I just think about you, you on top of me, what your body looks like, it’s always just you.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he taunts as he makes good on his word and starts to press his ring finger in alongside the other two.

This time there’s noticeably more resistance. You were right, you do have smaller hands than him and his three longer, masculine fingers are more of a stretch than you typically give yourself. Sebastian laves more attention onto your clit, pressing his thumb against you a bit harder to distract you. You’re still plenty wet, and he assumes that’s a promising sign.

Your brow is furrowed in concentration as you try to relax for his fingers, but you nevertheless remember to demand that he tell you his fantasies.

“You want to know what I think about?” he asks casually. “It’s been the same thing for a while, really.”

“W-what is it?” you ask, stuttering a little when he succeeds in pressing all three fingers deep inside you.

“It’s you, in my bed, moaning my name, begging for me to fuck you,” he tells you. “Every time I stroke myself off, that’s all I need.”

He punctuates each detail with a thrust of his hand. You’re slick all over by now, and Sebastian has to imagine that a lesser wizard would give up at this point and eagerly replace his fingers with his cock.

But he’s not done with you yet. He’d been quite surprised to learn from that wonderful book that many witches can reach multiple climaxes in a row, provided they’re being seen to by a courteous wizard. He wants to give you your first right now, before he becomes distracted by chasing his own.

“Are you going to come, love?” Sebastian asks. “Just from my fingers?”

“N-no, I want to wait until you’re inside me,” you protest weakly, but your hips are rocking up to meet him with every thrust of his hand.

“Let me make you come like this,” he bargains. “I’m not going to stop at one, darling, I’ll make sure you’re completely satisfied.”

Your thighs are properly trembling now – Merlin, you must be right on the edge. That’s when Sebastian gets the idea of leaning down and replacing his thumb on your clit with his tongue.

Immediately his world goes dark as you clamp your thighs around his head and wail.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you chant as he seals his lips against your skin. “Seb, please!”

He feels you get even tighter around his fingers when you come. He can barely even move them for several long seconds, so he focuses instead on drawing out your pleasure with his mouth. You hold him there with your legs until you can’t take the stimulation anymore, and when he pulls out of you and sits back on his heels, he imagines he must look mad.

Hair mussed, pupils blown, lips wet… you’ve made an utter fiend out of him.

“Suppose I did alright, then,” he observes with a smirk.

“Sebastian,” you sigh weakly. “Come kiss me.”

He bends down so you can wordlessly express your thanks with a lewd kiss – one that tastes like your own body’s release. It’s erotic, and wanton, and it reminds Sebastian of his aching, ignored cock that’s assuredly leaking all over his sheets by now.

“You must be in a dire state by now,” you observe, lips brushing against his.

“That’s an understatement,” he jokes. “I think I might faint if I wait any longer.”

“Then don’t wait,” you coo. “Go on, Seb, you can.”

He clenches his jaw hard when he sits back to guide his cock against your entrance. There’s no way he’s going to last long in this state, not with you spread open and waiting for him like this. Squeezing his hand around the base of his cock helps a bit while he sinks inside you, but he still feels overpowered by the immensity of the feeling of filling you up.

“Merlin, you’re big,” you hiss. “B-but it’s okay, I’m okay.”

“You’re sure?” he manages to ask.

You press your hands to his bare chest and he understands that it’s a wordless plea for him to pause, just for a moment. It’s pure torture, but he remains still inside you while you adjust.

“Merlin,” you whisper. “You’re really… we’re really…”

“I’m begging you, don’t say another word,” Sebastian grits out. “Or this will be over right now.”

You giggle, flattered by his admission, and even the motion of your body laughing threatens to put him over the edge.

“You know I don’t care about that,” you tell him softly. “Forget about your pride. I just want you to feel as good as you made me feel.”

Now Sebastian is the one at a loss for words, merely moaning as you drag your hands down his chest to his hips and encourage him to move.

Once he starts, he can’t stop. He tries to remember everything he’d read in that damn book: maintain a steady rhythm, don’t pull out all the way, keep pleasuring her with your hands…

Most of it he quickly disregards. He thinks to himself, how could he be doing this wrong? This feeling, fucking you, it feels like an instinct he never knew he had. He has to fill you over and over with his cock, he simply must.

And judging by the way you’re arching your back and crying out his name while he slams into you, he’s not leaving you unsatisfied.

In fact, he nearly sees stars when you slip a hand between your bodies and hurriedly rub at your clit until you’re coming again in what has to be some sort of record time. Only this time, when you reach your peak and your walls tighten around his cock, there’s nothing he can do to stop himself from falling right over the edge with you.

Sebastian feels properly spent by the time you both come back to your senses. Still buried inside you, he can feel how he’s filled you up with his release. It satisfies something in his feral hindbrain that much prefers spilling inside of you rather than his own hand.

He sees it start to leak out of you when he pulls out, and he recalls reading that a good wizard should offer his witch a rag to clean up after such a marvelous ending. He attempts to climb off the bed to track one down but you hook your leg behind his knee and whine for him to stay.

“I just want to get you–”

“No, I don’t need anything but you,” you insist, reaching for him to tug him down against your body.

Sebastian bests you when it comes to both height and breadth, but you don’t seem to mind his weight pinning you to the mattress. (Though even if you did, there’s hardly room for the two of you to lie beside each other in one of Hogwarts’ infuriatingly small beds.)

You’re both quiet for a while as you enjoy the simplicity of each other’s company, occasionally sharing a few lazy kisses or a whispered reminder of your love.

Eventually, Sebastian drawls, “I reckon I can return that book now.”

“Hold on,” you counter. “There may be some more tricks in there that we might want to try next time.”

“You dirty minx,” he laughs. “I suppose I’ve ‘bewitched’ you, have I?”

“Sebastian Sallow, I was bewitched by you quite long ago,” you tell him. “But we’ll have to wait and see whether that dirty book of yours gives you any more brilliant ideas for what to do with me.”

He thinks he quite likes the sound of that.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #my fic #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x reader #requests #another loss of virginity fic whoopsie #sebastian “i must be good at everything immediately or what's the point” sallow

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handonhaven · 1 year

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#when you’re asked to convince someone to watch legacies

#legaciesedit #legaciescastedit #legacies #danielle rose russell #danielleroserusselledit #cast gifs #2023 #my edit #my gifs #i'm sorry i had to #this was too funny #she was really at a loss for words #i would be too #the only way i could think to convince someone #is bc of hope and landon #but even for them i wouldn't recommend it #since everything gets destroyed for them and it all ends in pain #the writers really screwed up the show so badly #that even their lead actress struggled to come up with reasons to watch it

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justafriend-ql · 9 months

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This is the problem I will face for the rest of my life. NEVER LET ME GO Episode 10

#never let me go #never let me go the series #nlmg #nuengdiao kiattrakulmethee #phuwin tangsakyuen #melgifs #yes this is the 3rd time I've giffed this scene #1) because there are literally an infinite number of ways to gif a given scene #2) you all know i LOVE a good reflection a.k.a. identity questioning shot #3) this time i wanted to emphasize the sense of loss in the scene.#i wanted the coloring to be metallic and lonesome - like nuengdiao's necklace #the happiness and color of the island now faded. the return to the heavy grey of his reality #'this is the problem I will face for the rest of my life' and the problem is just being who he is - the 'only one'#and having to accept and clutch that truth in his hand because if he's honest with himself - he always knew it would come to this #all alone again and the only one who can - and must - uphold his family's legacy #spiraling in the tags sorry it will happen again

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ktysh · 2 months

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#tw death #tw loss #uhh hi #what did i do #my babies ☹☹☹#listen i did this but it still hurts !!!#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #sweet-ito legacy #sweet-ito: gen 4 #sim: joshua sweet-ito #sim: charlie rosado #sim: johnathan sweet-ito #sim: eloise hull

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fizzytoo · 1 year

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a little lesson over breakfast. his ass is not listening

#sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #postcard legacy challenge #ts4 #postcard: gen2 #it’s just rocks up there #he’s too precious #the loss of quality is irking me so bad #idk if it’s just mobile or if i need to improve the resolution of my shots #sim: adrien herrera #sim: rosa han

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rhaenella · 1 year

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Beverly Crusher & Will Riker: besties™️ on the bridge

Star Trek: Picard 3.4 "No Win Scenario"

#beverly crusher #will riker #star trek picard #picard season 3 #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #star trek #star trek legacy #trekedit #gates mcfadden #jonathan frakes #my gifs #both their zero tolerance for bullshit is just everything #also i feel like their friendship is highly underrated #let's never forget that amazing scene between them in tng's suspicions #imagine if we'd gotten a scene where they discuss the loss of their sons #star trek legacy hello could you please

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alxandergoth · 1 year

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rose was having cramps and had to rush to the doctor, she unfortunately had a miscarriage and ended up losing the baby 💔

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #s4 #ts4 gameplay #simblr #westwood family save #westwood g2 #live for something legacy challenge #rose westwood #gideon harris #this feels very dark for my gameplay i'm sorry #i just wanted to post that it happened but yeah its rly sad :'(#tw miscarriage #tw pregnancy loss

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morningglory-sims · 9 days

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Young Thomas and Emelia O'Shaughnessy ❤️

Since it's almost been 10 years since Emelia's death, Thomas navigated his grief by writing. Read more below the cut 🤍

"Whenever I miss her, I remember the breezy walks we went on from right after we got married until she passed. I go back to the places where the world blurred around us and we were 100% present with each other. We checked in with each other about our marriage, the kids, work and whatever was consuming our minds at the moment. I go back to us being Tom and Emmie, and it feels like home. After I reflect on those moments, I can be present with what's in front of me. Each year since her death, the grief doesn't go away, it just feels different. Year 10, I'm filled with gratitude. These days, I'm grateful to have spent 20 years married to her and to see her impact on the world continue. Where I see it the most is what personality traits our amazing kids got from her. Owen has her tender heart, Kathleen has her work-ethic, Caroline has her ability to make people feel seen, and Elizabeth has her quiet strength. I love our beautiful kids so much and I'm proud of the incredible adults they've become. We miss you, Emmie. I miss you desperately. Thank you for choosing me and giving us an amazing family."

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muffinssims · 1 year

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Puppy Love Legacy Challenge - Sims 4

Description: A ten generation legacy challenge revolving around my interpretation of different dog breeds and their personality trends.

Note: - This is all in my own opinion and is for fun, nothing is meant in offense to any breed, or to be taken literally. The legacy challenge is to commemorate my late Jack Russell Terrier, Princess. I'm unaware of any similar challenges so I decided to create my own!

(This has not yet been tested and is open for suggestions as it is played out! Under traits, I only include traits that must be completed in addition to traits needed for that generations career)

Generation One - Jack Russell Terrier

Traits: Active, hot headed, genius

Skills: mischief max, fitness max, cooking level 6

Career: Fitness, pro athlete branch

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

Generation notes: Date one sim your entire life and marry them as an adult. Have as many kids as you like. Regularly get into fights with your sims neighbors. Find all the frogs in the frog collection and have a room dedicated to them.

Generation Two - German Shepard

Traits: Perfectionist, adventurous, loves the outdoors

Skills: Selvadoradian culture max, fishing max

Career: Secret Agent, diamond agent branch

Aspiration: Jungle Explorer

Generation notes: Must complete aspiration before having children and must be an adult. Sell relics for money on the sell table while also keeping some to decorate your sims house with. Take a vacation to Selvadora at least three times. Have two fish tanks with fish you catch. Have two children of your own and adopt one. Marriage is optional but not preferred as you’re married to work.

Generation Three - Golden Retriever

Traits: Goofball, clumsy, cheerful

Skills: Charisma max, comedy max

Career: Detective

Aspiration: Neighborhood Confidant

Generation notes: Must have at least three children, preferably with one set of multiples or triplets! Go to the park at least twice a week by yourself or with family. Go jogging every night after work. Own a pool. Donate at least 100k this generation.

Generation Four - Chihuahua

Traits: Evil, perfectionist, kleptomaniac

Skills: Baking max, singing max

Career: Criminal

Aspiration: Villainous Valentine

Generation notes: Have only one child and never marry. Steal constantly from this child's parent to make up for "back child support". Spend your nights after work at karaoke bars. Have music playing loudly in the late and early hours of the night to annoy your neighbors.

Generation Five - Basset Hound

Traits: Lazy, glutton, childish

Skills: cooking max, gourmet cooking max, charisma max

Career: Unemployed/Odd Jobs

Aspiration: Friend of the World

Generation notes: Never have a job while living off your parents money. Do not exercise or go to the gym. Have a friends-with-benefits that you have your children with. Order groceries regularly. Max at least one other skill of your choosing. Have a "sim den" in your home with lots of comfort items. Spend most nights sleeping in there by "accident".

Generation Six - French Bulldog

Traits: Proper, jealous, high maintenance

Skills: at least five skills to level five - players choice

Career: Salaryperson and after that, player choice.

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Generation notes: Live in a mansion. Always wear a dress or a suit (formal style). Throw a dinner party once a week. Have a white Persian cat. Always hire nannies to care for your children. Have a "nice" bathroom that you never use.

Generation Seven - Boxer

Traits: Foodie, bro, geek

Skills: research & debate max, logic max

Career: Education, administrator branch

Aspiration: Academic

Generation notes: Marry your college sweetheart but later find them cheating on you. Find love in a co-worker and remarry in your adult years. In your free time, go to Sulani and swim in the ocean. Read one book a day for fun. Never miss new years and always hire a bartender for parties. Have at least three best friends.

Generation Eight - Pomeranian

Traits: Mean, romantic, snob

Skills: violin max, piano max

Career: Business, investor branch

Aspiration: Serial romantic

Generation notes: Have four kids by four different sims. Marry rich, take their money and leave them homeless. Only watch the romance channel on TV. Have movie nights re-watching Simder once a week and order pizza. Be a millionaire by the end of this generation. Buy two of the The Virtuoso Violin and keep one for display on a high shelf.

Generation Nine - Poodle

Traits: Self-absorbed, foodie, self-assured

Skills: flower arranging max, gardening max

Career: Actress

Aspiration: Beach Life

Generation notes: Get one of the most expensive massages a week, minimum. Never repair any household objects yourself, always hire a repair sim. Have a roommate that your sim thinks they’re better than (a sim that doesn't have as nice things or clothes). Have at five outfits for each category to flaunt your wealth. Own beachside property.

Generation Ten - Pitbull

Traits: Loyal, good, family-oriented

Skills: video gaming max, parenting max, rock climbing max

Career: Law, judge branch

Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Generation notes: Have trouble finding a spouse because of being misunderstood. Go through a minimum of four significant others before finding another misunderstood sim (not as preferable traits, unique quirks, different looking). Spend free time rock climbing with family. Never hire a nanny, but kids can go to daycare. Don't hire a maid, have the kids help with household chores to teach life skills. As a judge, always make choice for the greater good.

Please tag me in any attempts of this challenge or let me know if there is anything similar or broken in the challenge so I can adjust!

#sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims 4 challenge #thanks to my husband for his suggestions #thanks to my princess for giving me inspiration #I’m still grieving her loss but things like this and sims helps ease the pain #puppy love legacy #puppy love legacy challenge

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the-acid-pear · 1 day

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I love thinking of Jack's relationship with Fredbear as catholic devotion esp when his relationship with him is Bad. Something about having met god and being an atheist because you hate him, you know? Also so I have more songs to think of Jack to, yeah.

#luly talks #dsaf #jack kennedy #dsaf jack #remembered to share this bc i was listening to Reverend Glasseye earlier and it reminded.me of this also some songs are soooo jack #bc of the strong themes of violence and loss of faith and family and illness #every time mr glasseye starts talking about the body falling apart you can see a thought bubble w hearts floating around it w jack inside #anyway uh #like yeah Fredbear is outright A God. that's been well stablished #i say catholic bc that's the religion I'm most acquainted with but also the one w the most haters #like the whole part of 3 about god having abandoned them all and one fic i read once about Just jack being abandoned #like one of my fave picks for my jack kennedy playlist is there isnt any god by rusty cages thinking of a legacy jack #legacy or Neutral to be honest #like just that sort of narrative where it's a complicated relationship of adoration but deep rooted hate #like y'all played the fucking games.fuck am.i trying to explain to y'all? y'all know what i fucking mean #i do think jack in life would've been catholic but that's just a little.headcanon for y'all 👍

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cranetreegang · 10 months

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In the Light of Death - Part 1

Sebastian x FemReader with former Ominis x FemReader

This will be I think a four or five part series - depending on how i break it down. I have it all written, it was just A LOT to slap into one fic.

Uhhhh fic kind of depressing at first, but we'll get through it to the more spicy bits <3 def a friends to lovers type fic

Summary: Suffering from death of her beloved husband, Ominis, Sebastian comes to comfort and support her.

Word Count: ~2,800 words

Warnings: Death, Depression, Loss, Grief

Find Whole Light of Death Series Here

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She stands above Ominis, his body resting upon a stone bed adorned with a white silk sheet. Matching white flowers lay all around him and he almost looks like he’s floating on a cloud. He looks peaceful, as if he’s in a pleasant dream with a faint smile playing on his pale lips. Even the sun peeks through the dense gray clouds, casting its light upon him. It makes the nightmare she’s living all the more painful. She leans down, softly pressing her lips on his forehead, her eyes shut as tears continue to fall and her body trembles.

“I love you. Now, and forever,” she whispers, gently stroking his cheek that’s far too cold.

With a hard, sharp breath, she slowly steps away from her beloved Ominis. Several arms and hands wrap around her, offering comfort, but none of them provide the warmth she so desperately craves. But, they’re the only thing keeping her standing, and not shattering at the base of his altar into a hundred, million pieces - never to be whole again.

A golden light envelops Ominis’ body, and he’s consumed in a beautiful, radiant glow. She watches as the light drifts off, ascending into the sky, leaving her with a suffocating pressure around her throat. But, she doesn’t cry. Instead, a harrowing thought rings in her head like a deafening bell.

He’s gone.

She’s not sure how she made it home, but she now stands in front of the kitchen sink, gazing out towards the garden that they planted. He loved to be out there in the warm afternoon sun, tilling away with his hands. Then he’d come inside to show her his harvest, a proud smile tugging on his lips while dirt coats his pale cheeks. She can almost hear his teasing laughter as she tries to clean him up.

Instead of finding solace, only bitter, crushing emptiness smothers her. An indescribable pain and yet a chilling numbness all at once. Her mind - unable to comprehend such a loss. It’s like a vital piece of her is gone, and she’s merely a husk doomed to walk the land until she turns to dust.

Lying in bed, her eyes fixed on a picture of them together, she can’t bring herself to move. He didn’t want to take the picture, but she asked him to anyway. He’s scowling at first, then she kisses his cheek and his whole face lights up into his beautiful, warm smile. She pulls his pillow to her face, inhaling his scent, as the numbness suffocates her.

Everything serves as a cruel reminder of what she no longer has: His empty chair at the table, his favorite nook to read at collecting dust, the lack of his upbeat humming to banish the quiet. Even her dreams are no longer a sanctuary, as Ominis is always there, but just beyond her grasp, walking further and further away. Never once turning to look back - no matter how much she screams and begs.

A knock at the door startles her. She stares at the door from her place on the couch, momentarily disoriented, before dragging herself over to answer it. Sebastian’s face brings a flicker of welcome relief as he smiles at her, familiar and warm. For a brief moment, she smiles, her lips forming Ominis’ name to call for him, but her eyes fall to the ground instead.

“Sebastian,” she whispers.

“Hey,” he whispers in equal softness. “May I come in?”

She nods, stepping aside, and he strolls inside. Sebastian’s eyes widen at the once-lively rooms, now shrouded in darkness, with drawn curtains and an eerie stillness permeating the air. He grimaces, his dark brows furrowing, as he follows her towards the kitchen.

“Let me make us some tea,” she says.

Sebastian joins her in the kitchen, observing her movements for a moment, “Shouldn’t I be the one making you a cup?”

She pauses then musters a tight smile, “Last I checked, you’re notorious for burning tea.”

Sebastian chuckles, “You still won’t let me live that down, eh? That was one time!”

“I never thought it possible. So excuse me for still being in disbelief,” she giggles, surprised by the noise for a moment. He smiles to himself at hearing a bit of joy from her, even if it’s at his expense.

While she prepares their mugs, Sebastian looks around the dimly lit room. It really is too dark in here, he concludes. He yanks open the curtains one by one, letting the fading afternoon sun in. As he opens the final curtain in the living room, his eyes land on a picture on the fireplace mantel. A sad smile tugs on his lips as he approaches it, holding the picture like a delicate flower.

He recalls this moment - Christmas two or three years ago with himself, Anne, Ominis, and her. They’re all wearing horrible, matching sweaters that Anne insisted they wear, but everyone is smiling and laughing despite it.

“I was happy to burn that horrid thing afterward,” she says, diverting his attention to her as she hands him a mug of hot tea. “Ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s Anne for you. Impeccable taste.”

She stares at the picture, her smile fading into a deep frown. They’ll never have another Christmas together, and they’ll never have moments like that again. It’s all gone.

He places the picture back up on the mantle and he guides her to sit on the well-loved couch. With sunlight cascading onto her, he can finally see the depths of her despair. There’s a dullness, a void, in her eyes - a dark, empty well that seems bottomless. The dark circles beneath her eyes only amplify the effect. Although her hair is brushed and her clothes are fresh, he doubts she’s been eating. He shifts his gaze to the tea in his hands. The steam swirls up to his face and he can see his frowning reflection peering back at him.

“I thought the funeral was nice,” he says. “Didn’t expect so many people-,”

“Is that why you’re here?” She interrupts, her tone sharp as she sets down the mug with a huff. “I don’t need, nor want, more condolences.”

He places his mug beside hers and turns to face her, “No, that’s not why I’m here.”

She barely turns her head towards him, so he continues.

“I have some work in the area - research mainly - and I was hoping I could use the spare bed.”

She stares at him, blankly and unnaturally still. He takes her hand and she jolts, her eyes blinking rapidly. Eventually, she nods.

“Of course. You’re always welcomed. You know that,” she smiles, but it’s forced and doesn’t come close to her anguished eyes. Sebastian squeezes her hand and she notices how warm he is compared to her. He’s practically an inferno.

“And as appreciation for your humble hospitality, I’ll help you around the house. Cook you dinner from time to time. Run errands, anything you need,” He offers, grinning.

There’s a certain yearning in his eyes. She’s familiar with that look. He does it every time she’s angry or upset with him, and he’s trying to make her smile or laugh. It usually never fails to wear her down, and she’s thankful to have a bit of normalcy right now.

“Thank you,” she whispers with a slight frown. It’s a weak show of gratitude, but it’s all she can give him. She withdraws her hand from his, finding his warmth too much to bear, and stands up, “I’ll… go check to see if the room’s picked up.”

As she disappears into the back bedroom, Sebastian runs his hand through his hair with a heavy sigh. He’s never seen her like this before - it’s like she’s dead too. It’s hard for him to keep himself from falling into the same void with her. His gaze returns to the picture on the mantle, stirring a bittersweetness within him.

Oh, Ominis, she’s far worse off than you thought she would be, he thinks to himself. He grits his teeth as he stands, determined to rekindle her spark again.

The bedroom is neat, untouched since their last visitor. She runs her fingers along the patchwork quilt as she tries to recall who last stayed over. She thinks it was Sebastian, and they all enjoyed a long weekend by the lake. Her eyes squeeze shut, her hands clench to her sides.

All of their memories hurt. Like something is tearing and ripping at her throat as her heart sinks further into her chest. Thunder rumbles and rocks the house, plunging the room into darkness. She sucks in a sharp breath, not realizing she’s been holding it in, and she leaves the room.

The sounds of clanking dishes and sizzling food lures her into the kitchen. It’s a familiar noise, bringing a bloom of warmth amidst the pain. But when she rounds the corner, it all fades. Instead of her husband, it’s Sebastian who occupies the kitchen. She watches, captivated by his dance, as his wand is hard at work - swishing the air to command the various spices, vegetables and pots. Ominis would do much the same, cooking for her as he hummed a soft song. She always loved to watch him, silently smiling as he pretended to not notice her staring.

Sebastian is far more chaotic to observe - and far noisier too - as he has the whole kitchen sprung to life. She finds herself smiling at his excitement. The evening sun bathes the kitchen in a warm glow, the storm passing as suddenly as it appeared, and Sebastian seems to almost shine, like a beacon.

“It smells nice,” she comments.

Sebastian whips around and smiles at her, his whole face lighting up.

“Hope you don’t mind, we’re having pasta tonight. It’s all I could scrounge up, so we’ll need to hit the market tomorrow,” he spins back around and continues about his preparations. She joins him in his whirlwind and gazes at the pasta creation. A pot boils golden noodles, and a bright crimson sauce simmers. She steps closer to feel the steam against her face, a smile tugging at her lips. Sebastian grins at her.

“What do you wanna have this week? Ah,” he snaps his fingers with a chuckle, “you know what I’ve been craving for? That roast of yours - with those little potatoes and carrots. Merlin’s Beard, I can almost taste it now.”

“Sure, that sounds nice,” she murmurs with a slight giggle. “Do you need any help?”

“Just set up the table, and pick out a bottle of wine. A good one. I know you’ve got something stashed away back there,” Sebastian teases with a wink.

She lets out a snort as she heads to the cupboard. There’s several bottles and as she skims over them it’s like she’s tossed right back into her sorrow. She pulls out a bottle her and Ominis were saving for their anniversary. She runs her hand over the label with a sad smile before putting it back. She grabs a bottle at random and sets it on the dining table. By the time she’s got the table set, Sebastian is levitating a steaming pot over.

He fills their bowls, sending the pasta away, then he opens the bottle of red wine. He pours their glasses with the dark burgundy drink and he raises his up with a smirk.

“To my incredible cooking.”

She giggles as she clanks his glass, “We’ll see about that.”

His cooking is actually decent, impressing her. The flavors and robustness warms her heart. She can’t remember the last time she enjoyed a good meal, lacking any motivation to cook since she first got the news. People had brought their own food over, of course, but it all tasted bitter or bland. As she sips her wine, glancing over at Sebastian, she can almost pretend that they’re waiting for Ominis to walk through the door and join them.

It’s silent, save for their chewing and forks scratching their plates, and as they drink more and more of the bottle, the more she enjoys herself. They shove their plates aside and they both lean back in their chairs with their fourth glass of wine in hand, and their bellies full. Sebastian has a smile playing on his lips and she catches the light of mischief within his dark eyes.

“Well,” she says with a grin, “say it.”

“Say what?”

She rolls her eyes, “What’s on your mind.”

He laughs with a slight shake of his head, “I truly can’t keep anything from you. You’re just as bad as Anne!” Biting his lip as he swirls his wine, he says, “I was just thinking about when we all went to that wine garden in France.”

“Where you made a fool of yourself by mispronouncing all the wine they had?” She chuckles.

“The very same!” He laughs as he leans over to her, “But, it wasn’t me who was embarrassed, was it? Ominis was about ready to rip my tongue out.”

She hides her wide smile behind her hand as she recalls Ominis’ outraged face.

“I’ve never seen him so embarrassed. Actually, that’s not true,” she giggles. “There was this one time where we were at some gathering. I don’t know how it happened, but he ended up holding hands with, well, not me.”

“No!” Sebastian exclaims with an open-mouth smile. “He’s so good about that.”

“I know, I know. I blame the beverages they were serving, they were quite strong, and you know how he gets with sweet drinks. But, oh, I wish you could’ve seen him. I went up, I tapped on his shoulder, and I said, ‘Excuse me, I’m looking for my dashing husband, have you seen him?’”

They both burst into laughter, sipping more wine as they calm down.

“Ah,” he nudges her, “remember our school days?”

She scoffs, “How could I forget?”

Sebastian grins, “Remember when we all drank Garreth’s ‘brilliant brain brew’, so we could pass our Charms exam we forgot to study for?”

She falls back into her chair with a groan, “Oh, I wish I didn’t. I have never puked that hard in my life! I never should’ve talked Ominis out of hexing Garreth into a toad.”

“You talked him down from that? What were you thinking?”

The warm buzz is pleasant and she laughs with a shrug. As she stares up at the ceiling, she recalls many fond memories from their days at Hogwarts.

“Remember when you first showed me the Undercroft, and Ominis caught me straight after? I’ve never been scolded like that before in my life.”

“You and me both. Now, that was a tongue-lashing that would put that poor old librarian to shame,” he sighs.

She leans forward, chipping her nails along the glass stem with a soft smile.

“That’s how I first met him, really met him. I thought he’d always hate my guts. Now look at us,” her smile fades, replaced by a grimace. “Fifteen years… and now he’s gone.”

A sharp gasp leaves her. She covers her face with her hands as sobs escape her. Hard rain pelts against the windows and a gale rattles the shutters. Sebastian’s hand is quickly on her back, pulling her into his chest.

“It hurts so much, Sebastian. H-How am I supposed to live without him? I-I can’t bear it. I can’t. I can’t. I just want him back.”

Sebastian holds her tighter, “I know. I’m… He’s… He was special to me too.”

He doesn’t know what else to say, so he just holds her as she cries for a love forever lost. Lightning flashes, casting eerie shadows across the room, and thunder rumbles, making the walls tremble, in time with her rapid breaths. As her tears subside, so too does the storm, and she slowly removes herself from Sebastian’s embrace. She wipes her cheeks with the back of her arm and gives him an apologetic look.

“I-I’m sorry. I… thank you for dinner. I think I’ll just go to bed now,” she whispers, her voice raw from her outburst.

“Okay,” he nods with a gentle smile, squeezing her hand. “Get some rest.”

She leaves, collapsing onto her cold bed, and dragging Ominis’ pillow to her. A whimper escapes her at his scent already starting to fade. She doesn’t want to cry anymore, yet more tears come. It feels endless, like being trapped in an abyss. She shudders, clutching the pillow close to her, and she gazes at their picture - barely visible in the darkness.

“Why did you have to leave me? Why couldn’t you have taken me with you?” She whispers.

Ominis only smiles - like all is well - and she closes her eyes - wishing that were true.

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AN: i really wanted MC to be disjointed and sporadic - like time is moving around her but she's sort of stuck. And I def want her emotions to be all over the place. She's both feeling nothing and everything all at once. Hopefully that's conveyed well enough. ngl, when i first wrote the intro, i nearly cried. and i hope i made one of you cry cause im a terrible person. SHARE IN MY MISERY MUHAHAHA

As always, feedback welcomed. Love to hear what y'all think and if i got seb right or not LOL

Also I love the idea of Seb being like a lil puppy trying to cheer her up. also also, this is how i think of older seb. no idea where this pic came from, i had it saved in my google doc. forgive me

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