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thatlosernoonelikes · 2 years

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Anything For You

This is my gift for @cake-lovin-ace I hope you enjoy this!!!! Their prompt was fantasy au with hurt/comfort.

Pairing: Andrew/Neil

Summary: Magic has been seen as a threat to the world so all magic-users are being hunted down and being 'taken care of'. For Neil and the foxes that has always been the case, losing members since the beginning. Once Neil's family has been caught, he will do anything and stop at nothing until they are safely returned to him.

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Neil could say he was used to this life, being on the run. But never like this, never without Andrew by his side. It wasn’t supposed to end up this way.

The two of them were meeting up with the others for a small gathering. It had been a few years since they’ve all met up, trying to be discreet in the world now. The anti-magic militia made it nearly impossible for anyone with magic to be out in the open.

There were officers posted every block of every city in every country. Because there were limited officers on hand, there was new tech installed that could read the biometrics in a fifteen mile radius. If any magic user happened to be in that radius they would immediately be retained by a secured net that would lock on them.

The numbers of magic users were dwindling day by day. Being taken and never seen again. The only exception of this case happened to be Neil Josten, well… Josten-Minyard now. But that had been years back when things weren’t as restricted, where there was actually a chance of survival.

Neil happened to run into the foxes purely by accident, but he was glad he did. They had become his family and he would do anything for them. After he and Andrew had gotten married the foxes had to separate to not get caught. Which is why Neil had not been used to not having Andrew by his side.

The foxes met up for a dinner reservation, it was all going great. Dan and Matt had finally gotten hitched, Renee and Allison had managed to build a club of sorts with a new protective barrier they'd perfected which had been in the makings for four years now. Nicky and Erik had been traveling, visiting all nature sites that Nicky said had absolutely killed him. Aaron and Katelyn were expecting, everyone was excited for them even Andrew who managed a small “Good luck with the little tyrant.”

Then in a flash they had been ambushed, everything happened so fast. Guards were everywhere, smoke was in the air making it difficult to breathe. Neil saw most of the foxes managed to escape but he couldn’t see Andrew. He looked around as quickly and as efficiently as possible but there was no sight of him.

Neil took off in one the directions he saw Matt and Dan left through, hoping to catch up to them. It took him all of thirty minutes before he managed to find them.

“Neil, fuck you scared me! Thank goodness you’re alright,” Matt relieved with a sigh. Dan gave him a tight hug, holding him as close to him as she could before releasing him.

“Did you guys see Andrew on your way out? I couldn’t find him and I don’t know if he’s okay or hurt,” Neil tried and failed at keeping his voice steady.

Matt shook his head, “No, it was all too chaotic to make anything out. I’m sure he’s probably with the others, knowing him he’s most likely fighting the others to come and find you.”

Neil nodded his head agreeing with him, counting to ten in his head to calm down. He was no use to Andrew if he couldn’t keep his cool, he needed to relax and come up with a plan. Once he got his breathing under control he looked in the directions of the woods, “Okay, I’m good. We need to get to shelter or at least out of the open before we figure out our plan of attack.”

Once the three of them found a shack about an hour into the woods the television in the small living room turned on displaying an emergency report. The others didn’t think much of it until Andrew, and Allison came on screen shackled to a pole on a podium. “Babe turn it up I can’t hear what they’re saying.” Matt reached for the old box and quickly turned up the volume.

“... have been taken into the Anti-Magic Militia custody. So, if you are watching this Nathaniel Wesninski, you have fourteen hours to turn yourself in and we’ll let these disgraces go. That is all.”

Neil’s blood turned to ice, he couldn’t move. Every inch of his body was frozen in place, he didn’t hear what Dan was saying until he felt her shaking his shoulders.

“Neil, hey, hey! I need you to calm down, can you take some deep breaths for me?” He nodded his head and followed her lead, taking in deep breaths in time with her. It took him a bit but he finally came to it.

“We will get them back, we will. I promise you both they’ll be back safely to us. For now, I need the both of you to find the others and wait for us to return. I don’t care what it takes,” Neil gave both of them a brief hug before walking out of the shack.

It had been some time since Neil used his wild magic, he made himself a promise he wouldn’t use it, that he wouldn’t be that person again. But it seems like there was no other choice.

He held out his hand and summoned a small purple flame filled with chaos and destruction. It felt warm and welcoming, as if it was happy to see him again.

— — — —

The whole building seemed to be collapsing around him. Neil had just found Allison and released her, giving her an internal map to find the others. She had a worried look in her eyes when she saw his face, void of emotion and destruction and pure hatred in his eyes. He wasn’t looking at her, more like he was looking miles through her.

“Neil, you know this is a trap don’t you?” Allison grasped his arm, Neil didn’t say anything but gave a simple nod. “Just, don’t die. And don’t let your husband kill you for being so reckless. I’m first in line okay?”

She left once she casted a small protective barrier on him, to hide him from the surveillance and software.

Neil could feel Andrew’s energy before he could hear his groans of pain. He threw a larger flame of purple destruction towards the wall that separated them. Once the wall crumbled down, gunfire was raining down around him. One bullet nicked him on his side, he grunted through the pain and threw balls of flames towards each assailant, taking them out one by one.

“Drew, you still with me?” Neil shouted into the air. He dodged a few attacks, getting in some blows of his own.

“I’m- yeah. Just uh, help me down yeah?” Andrew grunted.

As the last assailant went down Neil rushed over to Andrew and broke his chains letting him down carefully. Andrew was the first to move, grabbing Neil’s chin to face him. They both didn’t say anything for a while, just standing in each other’s presence. Neil was the first one to break the silence.

“I thought I had lost you again. I didn’t want to believe it, I couldn’t. Not you,” Neil gave out a whimper.

“You, more than anyone, should know it’s impossible to get rid of me so easily. Not when I have you to worry about. Especially when I have to see you use wild magic again, you know that stuff kills you idiot.”

“If only the others knew how much of a sap you really are, they wouldn't let you live it down” he chuckled, bringing Andrew in for a kiss. Neil could feel him roll his eyes and pull away. “I would do anything for you, Drew. Even if it means shortening my life a bit. But, we should go, before we actually get trapped in this collapsing building.”

Andrew pulled him closer, “Just shut up and kiss me again you dork.”

#aftg exchange #aftg gift #aftg #tfc #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #fantasy au #hurt/comfort #magic au #sorry for my crappy writing #I srsly hope this was to your liking #also im incredibly sorry for posting this very late

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just-a-sewer-goblin · 27 days

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This is inspired by this ask! Thank you for letting me use this idea @ceilidho. Also not proofread because it's late and I should really be sleeping

Part 2 here

Butcher!Simon who can't help but get excited, as excited as he can get, when he sees you walking down the sidewalk towards the shop.

You're such an adorable thing, really. Always nervously wringing your fingers when you leave your dog outside. Always polite and soft spoken. He's never seen anyone as pure as you before (even tho he can't know how pure you are but compared to him you are basically a saint).

Your dog is the opposite of you, big and scary with a mean face but utterly whipped for you. It's obvious that you got it for protection and it's intimidatingly well trained. Simon admires the way you handle the animal. He wouldn't mind letting you handle him the same way.

Him and the dog might not be so different, he thinks. Both hardened old men, used to a harsher lifes, that soften for you and would follow your lead every day. Hell, he'd be as well behaved as your dog too if you put a collar and a leash on him and kissed his head the way you kiss your dogs when you leave him outside.

It's a familiar dance at this point, you tie your dog to the pole outside, look into the shop, notice Simon already looking at you and promtly look away at your dog once more.

You draw a few deep breaths, kiss your dogs head (damnit he never thought he'd be jealous of a dog) and Simon can't help but smile behind his mask, utterly enamored.

If only you weren't so intimidated by him. He really wishes he could have a conversation with you but he never gets more out of you than one word answers and a finger pointing at the meat you want.

And fuck, Simon is no conversationalist but he's really trying for you, but you're so damn timid around him. If he doesn't get to hear your pretty voice more he might just lose his damn mind.

So when you open the door, the chime a soft sound in the backround, entirely unfitting for this type of shop, his gruff voice stops you.

"You can bring him in with ya."

"I'm sorry, what?", you ask, confused.

"The dog.", Simon clarifies and you stand there in the open door looking at him like he just told you that he'll be butchering and selling your dog next.

Did he already fuck this up? You seem even more intimidated than usual. The diversion from your routine making your interaction even more tense. He tries to soften his voice when he goes again.

"You can bring your dog inside with ya, if it makes you more comfortable, sweetheart."

Your eyes are big when you meet his. Whether it's because of what he offered or the petname that slipped out, he isn't sure.

"But the sign says only service dogs?", you question genuinely confused.

Simon nearly snorts at your expression, like a deer caught in the headlights and damn him, if he doesn't wanna catch you.

"It's fine, just don't tell the boss. He won't know that it's no service dog as long as you don't rat me out. The boss can't tell a dog from a cat if I'm bein' honest.", he whispers conspiracionally. And then he swears he nearly has a heart attack.

You giggle. You giggle and blush brightly red at the same time, hiding your mouth with your hand and it takes everything in Simon to stop himself from jumping over the counter and pulling that hand away because the glimpse of your smile?! Yeah, he's fucked.

"Maybe next time I'll bring him in with me.", you finally answer. And Simon could die a happy man, finally having had a conversation with you (maybe just a short one but a conversation nontheless) that involves something other than the meat.

He's utterly fucked when you walk up to the counter, still blushing prettily (he didn't know he could make you do that so easily) and softly say your order.

He's utterly fucked when you pay, look at his name tag and say: "Thank you, Simon."

His name in your voice is a sound he will never forget again. He's sure he sounds like a fool when he says: "Have a nice day."

He's even more fucked when you turn around and he watches your cute ass walk out of the shop, giving your dog a treat for being so well behaved.

He nearly faints when you turn around, before walking away, gift him with a smile and wave goodbye. He returns the gesture mindlessly, glad that his mask is hiding the stupid expression he surely is wearing at that moment.

Oh yeah, he needs to catch you. And for that he'll have to prepare dog treats for next time.

#the sewer writes #butcher!simon x gn!reader #simon x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #just a short thing #and it turned out really crappy although it was nice in my head #sorry about that

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criticaaaaaaaal · 2 years

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new......... new au

pt 2

#the owl house #luz noceda #amphibia #anne boonchuy #NEW AU *BACKFLIPS*#the bush girl and the double menace au #you'll see what i mean about the double menace #i am SO sorry if my handwriting is SUPER super crappy. i might write a transcript #king clawthorne

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nuttynutcycle · 6 months

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Prompt fill for @epiclamer prompt fill game! “Okay I know it was literally JUST posted but what about a switcheroo, tall villain and short hero :]'

“Little one,” he hummed, “Come out of your hiding place.” His grin sharpened as he reduced a pine tree into splinters and broken branches. “I won’t bite.”

That was less than reassuring. The protagonist clutched the stolen plans closer to her chest, barely daring to breathe.

The antagonist had sneered when he found the empty case, smiled when the protagonist barrelled out of their hiding place through a window and laughed as she ran into the forest. Equal parts leisurely and methodical, the glint in his eyes riveled the one lining the axe.

“Leave the plans behind. Still time to escape.” the antagonist cut down another tree and the protagonist winced. She curled her body and crawled under a fallen tree, moving as quickly as she dared.

After weeks of preparation, three bribed guards and nine bypassed levels of security, leaving the plans was not an option. Her breath hitched when she saw the electric fence come into view. The buzz in the air meant the antagonist had gotten the power back on before she had predicted. Stomach on the ground, she wiggled into a rotting log. Gross, but effective.

“I know your face.”

She unrolled the plans and winced at another tree crashing through the underbrush. Her eyes flickered over the diagrams, committing as much as she could to memory.

“One of my more impressive talents is my ability to find people,” the antagonist said as casually as having a chat about the weather. “And those they care about.” Another tree fell, skewering the moss below. “Can you really protect everyone?”

No, but that’s a problem for later. She took one last look at the plans, counted to three and crawled out of the log and into plain sight. The sticks hurt her hands and the dust made her cough.

The antagonist grinned, eyes shining through the haze.

“Are these your plans?” She held up the plans in mock surrender. “I thought they were your diary. My bad.”

He twirled his axe. “Giving up that easily is a disappointing end.”

“What can I say?” Her shrug did nothing to hide her tremor. “You make very effective threats.”

“One of my many talents. Drop them on the ground.”

“I’d like to make a deal,” She swallowed dryly. “I give you the plans, you turn off the electric fence for the next ten minutes.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Counteroffer – I put my axe in your knee and take the plans before your first scream is finished.”

“Shame, I was on track to win the ‘Best Legs’ contest at work.” The protagonist slowly backed away.

The antagonist laughed at that, some mirth entering his grin. The tip of the axe rested against the ground. “Alright, have it your way. As soon as my property is back inside, I’ll turn the fence off for ten minutes.”

“…I have your word?” The antagonist was many things, but in their line of work, his word was as close to honourable as you could get.

The antagonist nodded.

Maybe the protagonist would regret this, but she tossed the plans to the antagonist. The antagonist reached up and casually placed the plans on an overarching tree branch – out of the protagonist's reach.

“Thank you for returning my work.” The antagonist’s expression shifted, eyes sharpening and smile hardening.

Welp. “This was nice.” She struggled to keep her voice steady as he matched her backward scramble step for step. “But my team is waiting for me, I really must be going-“

“It was foolish,” his hand slammed into a tree beside her, sending splinters and wood chips flying, “to memorize my property.”

The protagonist’s voice faltered. “We have a deal.”

“And as soon as you’re secured in a cell and the plans are in their case, I’ll cut power for ten minutes. I’m a man of my word.” He levelled the axe at the protagonist, and this close, the bloodstains were clearly visible. “Walk.”

The protagonist’s breath hitched as she turned back towards the imposing building.

“Don’t be upset.” The antagonist said from behind, axe twirling. “Desperation suits you.”

#my writing #writing #prompt #prompt fill #snippet #writing snippet #heroes and villains #hero x villain #protagonist and antagonist #sorry this took so long!#no editing we die like men #sorry for the crappy writing

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drunkenlionwrites · 11 months

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Eldritch horror Trigun AU. Vash x Reader

GIF by roseillith

Sending thanks to @jelly-doughnut-drabbles for the amazing idea! This is less of a Dark Fantasy AU, more like an AU set in a canon Trimax Universe.

The reader here is just a character for exposition, but if I continue it, it will definitely be reader x Vash fic.

I want it to be more on par with Lovecraft’s eldritch horror/cosmic horror.

The cold wind blew harshly - so strong, that your cloak did nothing for you, even if it was weaved with sturdy worm’s bristle. The grass caressed your bare feet, though wet with cold due, they were making you feel even more cold. The valley behind the Old City and the lake was not far ahead, so you persisted on your journey, determined to fill your jugs with as much fresh water as you can carry. Slipping among the ranks of Hunters outside was a hard task, but you just burned with desire to venture outside once again, even if the surface was swarmed with Prymaras. You’ve felt both excitement and primal fear pumping through your blood, making you feel bolder and more adventurous, as well as cautious and careful.

Once you arrived at the bank of the lake, you’ve hastily pulled the jugs out of the sack, filling them with water, both your hands submerged into the icy water. Now you just need to fill them all, cork and quickly retreat Home. When you’ve finished pulling the last one out of water, you’ve noticed a pair of piercing blue eyes watching you. Dropping it and falling painfully onto your bum, you tried to descry the creature watching you under the five Moons. It was an enormously tall man, wrapped in the red cloak. “The bringer of Ruin” you whispered to yourself in terror, your lips quivering, your limbs refusing to move. This is it. This is the end for you. You should’ve listened to didus’.

He slowly approached you, squatted down pulling the cloak from his head and held out his hand palm up, as if you were a wounded animal. He said something to you in a language you didn’t understand, his timbre gentle and coaxing. You just looked at him with wide eyes, filled with terror, at which he shook his head, sighed at started conversing in your own language. “Where did you come from, girl? It’s dangerous out here. You could’ve been captured by all kinds of creatures roaming out here. Are you one of the underground folk? Come, I’ll walk you closer to your home.” “You…you speak my tongue?” you managed to stutter out. “Are you him? The Bringer of Ruin”? He looked solemnly at you, saying “I have many names. I am not aware of that one, but I may be him, yes” he gave you a pained smile. At your terrified gasp, he looked into your eyes once again and slowly said “I have no intention of harming you, girl. Come, I’ll walk you home. Can you get up?” he asked, taking your sack with one hand and hoisting it up to the shoulder, his other hand stretching out to you...

“Didus’!! Didus’!” you screamed on the top of your lungs, descending countless stairs. You’ve gotten your fair share of scolding by the gate guards, and as soon as they let you go, you’ve made your way to your hut as soon as possible, banging on the door still in shock. “What happened to you, child? Where have you been?” an old man opened the door, catching you into his arms, when you collapsed onto your knees as soon as the door opened.

Tears began streaming down your face, your small figure shuddering as you wailed in your grandfather’s arms. Your little brothers and sisters gathering in a small room, their faces full of worry and fear, inquiring from you and grandfather about what has happened to you, the younger ones also beginning to cry, with older ones trying to console them. Once peaceful cozy household descending into chaos for half an hour.

When you came to your senses, you told the whole story to your family by the old shell rock table, sipping on the mole soup grandfather managed to cook using the fresh water you brought. “Foolish, foolish child!” didus’ scolded you. “By the way you described him, it could have been The Bringer of Ruin. The fallen god of Past…No one who saw him has lived to tell the tale on how exactly he looks. Don’t you ever do such a reckless thing again! We can use the underground water just as anyone else. “It’s too dirty. I want them to eat more healthily so they can grow up being sturdier and stronger than I am” you pointed to your siblings with a move of your head. “Sestro, we will be fine! Just don’t go out…please…” the eldest brother said.“Who’s that dyadya the sister has met? Grandpa, grandpa, tell us! Younger children pestered the old man. He grunted after taking some time thinking about it.

“All right. But I’ll tell it to you just for the reason of making sure you won’t be sneaking away like your careless sister did, okay?” You silently crossed your arms at that, but did not dare to say a word, listening to your grandpa. You knew the tale, but no one has told it to younger ones. “This story is not for children, for it is as dark and gloomy as it is truthful. This is a story about our Universe and the Creation of the Old city and the New city.” Grandfather continued.

"The ones who lived before us has written that before the Ruin our land was full of sand and was scorching hot, warmed by the two Suns. People used to live on the surface, everyone was safe, and the land was relatively prospering, before the Old God sent two of his Angels to punish our kind for cruelty and greed our ancestors possessed. The ancient ones wrote that people used to rely on other folk, called Plants, for the land in the past was not prosperous and didn’t have enough food and materials for the folk to use. Those Plants could use their powers to create all kinds of things: provisions, eternal light, eternal water, eternal flame among other things. But people were cruel and greedy, so those two Angels were sent to bring the end of the cruel age, but one of the Angels fell in love with people on this planet and tried to save us, fruitlessly, from his brother, the second Angel, which took the Plants from people and doomed us to death, destroying everyone and everything he could so that he can build a New World.

The second Angel managed to save some people, which were our ancestors, so this is how we have ended like this. This was thousands of years ago, so our land has changed a lot. Some folks think that what we call “prymaras” used to be those “plants”, but they became corrupted by our greed and the Angel’s scorn for humanity. Now we are doomed to dwell underground, relying on strong and brave people among us to bring us resources from above. At least we are relatively safe here, so long as we can stay strong and train the best Hunters and Gatherers.

The thing you should be afraid of the most though, are two Angels, who still roam above. The Bringers of Ruin: the one who wears a red cloak and The Corrupted one. Even though it’s believed that one of them loves humans and there are tales of him saving some who almost perished above, the last seeing of him was so long ago, that no one among the living remembers it. He’s also called a bad omen. So, kids, learn from your foolish sibling and be nice, eat well, train well and everything will be okay.”

He smiled while finishing his story, his eyes closed and the whole face covered in deep wrinkles. His voice and the tale calmed the siblings, their tummies full of warm food, the light in the oven warming up making the hut feel safe and cozy. The whole story resembled a grim fairytale to caution little children to not do the things the adults don’t approve of. The household peacefully went into deep slumber after thanking their grandfather, the sole caretaker. They need to awake well rested and strong tomorrow, after all.

Sorry I half-assed it a bit. It was just brewing and brewing in my head, I needed to spew out an exposition.I also used a few words from my native language, cause I have an idea that the new society kind of all came back to the native languages they used before coming to Gunsmoke. Just for fun. So the words are: Prymara - a ghost/ a nightmare Didus' - grandfather Sestro (from sestra) - sister Dyadya - an uncle

Here's some of the lore of this Universe I have in my head:

Knives achieved all his goals. The Earth fleet has been destroyed, all the Plants taken from humans, with humans slowly dying out, only smaller portion staying alive with Vash’s help.

Knives beginning building his “Paradise” slowly terraforming Gunsmoke, first making it into a decent prosperous planet, but slowly going insane, still being fused with a big portion of his “sisters” and having nothing to live for anymore, no one to talk to.

Vash is hiding from his brother, helping the few colonies of people to settle underground, helping them to live their lives.

Knives finally has a psychotic breakdown and does something to the Suns, probably eliminating them (maybe closing them in a different dimension/destroying/whatever, which corrupts Plants and makes them into mindless constantly hungry creatures, needing life energy to continue existing (ironically), so they capture any living being that they can on the surface. The settling of the reader calls them Prymaras.

The society we have now is more of a family tribe style now, completely depleted of any kind of technology, relying on gathering, hunting outside, which requires the strongest specimen, with weaker ones weaving clothes, making simple furniture, tools and utensils.

They have limited knowledge on what has happened in the past, relying only on the notes of the ancestors.

They have health problems because of leaving underground and by not having a light source even if ascending on the surface ( I don’t care about the fact that the surface would be a striking cold temperature in reality not suitable for any form of life, it’s still a fantasy/horror, so it’s just like a Never-ending Night or something like this), that’s why they most value the physically healthy and strong individuals.

Humanity is no longer having contact with Vash, considering him a Bad Omen, guilty in the Ruin, terrified of him just as much as of Knives.

Vash wanders the planet all alone for thousands and thousands of years, seeking a way to restore the Suns and heal the Plants somehow, still refusing to kill. Still searching for penance.

Song used while writing "Toumei" by Alber Karch, Ichiko Aoba

#vash x reader #trigun x reader #vash x you #trigun x you #trigun facnfiction #vash the stampede #trigun au #it just lives in my head now #i hope somebody likes it #sorry for the crappy writing tho i was in a rush #lion writes

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doevademe · 1 year

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Short prompt: What if Nico was a year older than Percy? When Annabeth, Thalia and Percy went to Westover Hall to look for the Di Angelo siblings and saw Nico checking his Mythomagic cards (even if he's 15 he is still a lovely freak) Percy's first thought was "I want to play with him" and the second was "OMG he is dark and cool" and he got so crushed by teen!Nico. And being the adorable Seaweed Brain idiot he is, the first thing he does is going near Nico and blurts: Hey, I'm Percy. Wanna dance with me? (Remember they were on the school dance) What happens next, I'll let you think~~

Percy was uncomfortable.

But he needed to be here. Grover had found a couple of demigods, siblings, and very powerful. The loud music filled the cheaply decorated gym as he, Annabeth, and Thalia shuffled awkwardly trying to blend in.

Usually, he got expelled before any big balls like homecoming or prom ever took place, and he felt really out of place among the 11-16 year olds just dancing to the music or hanging awkwardly by the punch table.

He really wanted to join that second group, but Grover was panicking, since he only caught sight of the older sibling, a girl that was sipping from her fruit punch and looked like she wanted to run away or go Carrie on the attendees.

"We might find the other one on the dance floor," Annabeth said. Her tone seemed to be hinting at something, but Percy, for the life of him, couldn't think of what.

"You and Grover can do that," Percy said distractedly, then he turned to Thalia, missing his best friend's frown. "Can you stay by the one we found? We don't want two missing demigods."

Thalia looked like she wanted to argue solely because Percy had proposed it, but bit her lip and nodded curtly.

"What about you?" Annabeth asked, looking intensely at him.

"I'll... look by the bleachers," Percy said. Anything to escape this atmosphere.

He ran away before Annabeth could protest, and once he was behind the bleachers almost tripped on a guy wearing tweed sitting on the floor, organizing a deck of cards.

"Is that... Poseidon?"

His father's visage was extremely accurate, as he swung his trident around while atop a chariot pulled by hippocampi.

"One of my favorites," the guy said back. "He gives the best terrain boons if you have the right deck."

Now Percy didn't know what the guy was talking about, but the way his velvety voice said it made his throat dry as if he was tossed in the middle of the desert.

"Oh, cool," was all he could say. The guy looked up and smiled at him. Percy froze. His eyes were dark like an abyss, and his pale complexion almost glowed from the reflection of the gym lights.

"You're also hiding," he stated simply. Percy could only nod. "Me too. My sister is far more social than me. She gave up on making me interact with others long ago."

"Um... I'm Percy, by the way," he said. And because he hadn't proved how lame he truly was yet, he added, "Wanna dance with me?"

The guy looked shocked before looking back at his hand full of cards. With the low lighting it was difficult to tell, but his cheeks may have turned slightly redder.

"Everyone would see..." He said so low it was almost lost to the music. "Do you... maybe want to stay here and... play with me?"

"Okay!" He said stupidly, not even hiding his excitement at sitting close to the guy. "I don't know how to play, though..."

The guy smiled again and beckoned him closer. Percy followed and sat down as if bewitched.

"It's okay, I can teach you," he said kindly, offering him some of the cards. "I'm Nico, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Nico."

Percy didn't know how much time passed as Nico explained the basics of Mythomagic (apparently it used both cards and figurines?), but he was entranced as this cool, older guy taught him how the game worked and a few tricks to the deck he had lent him.

"Okay, I think you're ready," Nico said finally as he set his deck down. "Let's start."

"Peercy!" Grover's familiar bleats interrupted them. Percy was about to look at him in annoyance when he noticed how panicked he looked. "The girl is... oh, you found Nico."

"You were looking for me?" Nico asked, and Percy remembered why he was here. The demigods. Chronos rising, make sure he didn't have more supporters.

"I... I guess I was," he managed to say. Nico looked bemused. "It's a bit of a long story, you see—"

"There's no time!" Grover interrupted again. "Dr Thorn! He... has Annabeth, and Bianca too! Thalia is going after them, but—"

"My sister?" Nico stood up, worried. "What does that creep want with her?"

"We'll explain later," Percy promised.

Despite being worried for Annabeth, a part of him was also excited. He could finally show Nico that he could be cool, too.

"Right now, we have a rescue to go to."

#Percico #my writing #writing prompt #ask #proscrix #sorry this took so long #had some issues with stuff related to lore #things that this prompt doesn't even touch on #but it mattered to me #Also crappy internet

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flashdoesahundredyarddash · 6 months

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eyeballing at gl:tas halbarry even barry didn't appear at that show at all (idk I feel like if barry appears in gl:tas the halbarry fandom will explode)

Can we all agree that the portrayed writing for the characters in GL:TAS is one of the best-perceived versions (<- Might be me but that show actually understood the characters, let me be honest...) Especially the comics they have on this show...

(UHM YOURE SO RIGHT BTW. I would explode)

So, if we ever got a glimpse of Hal's civil life + league life in the show every now and then... I feel that we would get to explore partially his relationships with people, like how they did for characters in the show. Not to mention, we don't exactly get Hal content, because that DCAU GL and FLASH over different media has kinda been John and Wally, unless we talk for movies but I also love that duo though, they're funny...

I would let the people in charge of GL:TAS write for Barry... Or PLEASE if he did, I would enjoy seeing them with The Brave and The Bold dynamic... (Would literally kick my legs and giggle). I could image that the series version of Hal and Barry would be a take on their friendship, specifically with how they act with one another. They would also personally portray Barry as a nerd, let's be honest... Or just the way (If anyone has ever seen Star Trek: The Original Series) (TOS) Spock (<- Star Trek reference, uhmm K/S is so Halbarry..)

THEY WOULD SO BE KIRK AND SPOCK IF THEY WERE IN GL:TAS!!!!?!?!?!!? Hellooo...

It's a literal crime that they canceled this show, have you SEEN the promo art for GL:TAS season 2 (<- The art by Bruce Timm, I hate him but we get to see a little glimpse of what could have been)

#cessmaga asks once again #my favorite thing to write on #is it insane to think i never thought about barry being brought into the gl:tas up until now... where have i BEEENNNNN #speedster ramble #this would be so cute to draw but i could never ace the gl:tas art style unless it was through crappy silly doodles..#i think they should kiss #LETS be honest chat (chat: cricket noises)#halbarry been on my mind recently that everything has been thought through those two...#if dc lets me write for them i will do them justice believe me #i might just be losing the attraction with halbarry fans but you guys are GOING to be fed soon with my content pleek...#barry allen #hal jordan #halbarry #people do not get their bond like i do (<- this guy thinks about them 24/7)#so sorry about the star trek references brought in...i compare halbarry to kirk and spock so many times...star trek has become a hc #with these two #it starts with barry but hal knows only little because <- jim is kinda a nerd as a child

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marsgod · 2 years

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May I request a staff!gn!reader who’s actually Crowley’s younger sibling but they’re nothing like them? Like they’re the literal opposite of the Headmage

And whenever the Headmage comes to their class to “visit” aka embarrass them in front if the whole class, they will use magic to kick him out if they have to

And they’re not afraid to blast a fireball at him to get out.

Ans if anyone even laughs ot breathes wrong during or after Crowley’s visit, they’re getting detention

I pray for the ADeuce duo 🙏🙏

- underrated staff anon

omg….. Ace would be in constant trouble (x10000)

In short, Ace is laughing/screaming, Deuce is crying, Crowley is desperately trying to escape and [name] is unimpressed.

⇢ Twst x Gn! Crowley’s sibling! Reader

⇢ Warnings; N/a

Crowley is def the type of sibling to embarrass his siblings, older or younger, intentional or not

He just loves you and he’s extra so obviously that mixes rlly well

When you came in and applied? omg he did not let you rest a second, he was constantly over to your room to talk about this and that l

yall also constantly fight and that’s probably the only time everyone likes crowley being over cus yall get physical rather easily…

Crowley raced into the class, hanging onto the door has he hunched over to catch his breath before waving his arms. Your stare and the stares of students did nothing to deter him from coming up and whispering in your ear.

you looked at him in confusion before staring Yuu and Grim in the eyes, “No.. Really? This’ll be fun then,”

Yuu felt a shiver as a smile that could only be described as sadistic graced your lips, you were still staring and they prayed you would at least blink. Do something other than stare at Yuu as if you were going to send them through hell.

You both continued your conversation, turning away as Ace leaned in,

“What did you do?” He aggressively whispered

Yuu stiffly waved their arm before whispering back, “I don’t know what I did, They just looked at me!”

“Ah, talking in class? You two should know better, come see me after class.”

The entire “I’m so gracious” theme that he does sometimes spreads to you, everyone can see how similar you are but you will fire ball them if they mention it

#twst headcanons #twst x you #twst x reader #twst staff #{cecilia} >underrated staff anon #twisted wonderland #twst crowley #im sorry this took so long #i had an idea but then lost it and the paragraph w it;-;#if i get a better idea i’ll send it but sit w my crappy writing for awhile👍#{..🌸writing🌸..}

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semperama · 9 months

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One thing that's taken a long time to come to terms with as a writer is that I won't always be happy with everything I've written after publishing it, but that has no bearing on how much readers will like it and I shouldn't expect it to. It helps to acknowledge that my feelings about my own writing are valid but also subjective. Different stories hit different people differently, and that includes the author.

#erin rambles #sorry this is not brought on by anything in particular #other than me revisiting something i wrote and feeling crappy about it #and trying to remind myself that just because i feel some kind of way doesn't make it the objective truth #especially when other people DO clearly like it #a lot of the time i do enjoy my own writing but....not always...

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achillestiel · 2 years

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for @carveredlund 1k celebration, happy birthday to both Lauren and Cas!

day one: casnatural/endverse/navy

days gone by

It had been one hundred and eighty-two days since Detroit. One hundred and eighty-two days since Dean had stood in horror, screaming until his throat was raw as his brother said yes to the Devil.

Day thirty was spent alone. Lying in his cabin and refusing to acknowledge the scorched earth around him.

Day sixty was spent in Wichita trying to track down the Colt and barely walking away with his life. Five soldiers travelled to Wichita, and only Dean returned at dusk.

Now, on day one hundred and eighty-two, he lay on a bed that wasn't his own with the only person he felt like he had left.

He couldn't pinpoint when it had started, probably somewhere around ninety-seven, but he had found himself seeking out the former angel's company more and more. In the barren wasteland that was now the world, Dean clung to the one part of his old life. The one good thing.

"It's funny," Cas said, his glazed eyes roaming over the dark of the cabin. "Don't you think it's funny?"

Dean glanced over, watching the dim lamplight dance across Cas' cheekbones. "Would help if you told me the punchline." He said. Some days he didn't possess the patience for Cas' musings. Today he welcomed them, they were an easy distraction.

"I rebuilt you. I saw your soul in Hell, so bright even after all those years, and I rebuilt a body. Just for you. From the smallest atom, I built you a body to house your brilliant soul. Every drop of blood, every nerve and every sinew. I stitched it all together and made you whole again." Cas sighed, taking in a deep inhale of his joint. On the exhale, he watched as the smoke furled through the dim light of a lamp. "And now… now I can't put you back together. I can't reach out a hand and take the pain away… I can't do anything."

"I'm not hurting," Dean said gruffly. "Do you see me bleeding?" He asked, throwing out his arms.

A chuckle escaped from Cas' lips as he handed Dean the half-smoke joint, lying back onto the mattress. "It's a hidden pain. Hidden away, where you think no one can see it," He said.

"Oh?" He questioned, playing along for Cas' amusement. "And you think you can see it?" He inhaled the joint deeply, savouring the burn in his lungs. Normally he would have turned it down. The smoke made him sluggish, it dulled his senses when he needed them the most. Now, he didn't want to feel anything. Now, he just wanted a moment of calm.

"I know it's there," Cas said, turning to gaze over at Dean. "I wish I knew a way to help."

It was the pain that told Dean he was still alive. The physical pain kept him grounded to the earth, the tears in his flesh a sign that he was still human. The emotional pain, the same pain that Cas said was hidden deep down, taught him a lesson. It taught him to never take anything for granted ever again. If he did he would lose it, just like he'd lost Sam.

"You're… you're here. That helps." He knew it was selfish, wanting and needing Cas to stay with him while the world burned around them. Cas could leave, and Dean wouldn't blame him. There were some days Dean expected him to leave.

Cas' eyes were fixed on him, staring so intently that it was as if he could read Dean's mind. "I'm not going anywhere." He promised.

"You don't know that," Dean replied, taking the last hit of the joint. "Times like these, we could die tomorrow."

Cas let out a snort, taking the joint from between Dean's fingers. He leant across the mattress, stubbing the joint out in a roughly hewn bowel. "If that is the case, at least my last night on earth is spent here with you," Cas replied, his lean body pressed against Dean's own. Without a care, Dean rested his hand in the small of Cas' back, thumb stroking at the aged fabric of the shirt Cas wore. A lifetime ago it had once belonged to Dean. They lay there, a peaceful silence settling between them, while Dean lazily stroked Cas' spine. Nights like this, still and serene, were a rarity and Dean wanted to savour it.

"I'm happy that you're here," Cas whispered, breaking the silence.

"Here at the end of all things?" Dean quipped.

"No," Cas replied, the reference flying over his head like always. "Just… here. I wouldn't want you to be alone. Not today." Day one hundred and eighty-two. Six months to the day.

"I…" He couldn't acknowledge it, couldn't say the words out loud. Because somewhere out there was his brother, his reasoning for living for so many years. Somewhere in the world was his brother who had yes to the Devil.

"I know," Cas said, a warm hand resting on Dean's chest, just below his hollowed-out heart. "You don't have to say it. I know." He whispered. He did know as well, Cas always knew what Dean was thinking or feeling even after the last of his grace had ebbed away.

"Cas… I'm happy we're here too." Dean replied, voice as low as the lamplight.

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#carveredlund1k #deancas fic #sam writes #for someone so obsessed with endverse I NEVER write it #sorry this is crappy lauren my brain is mush #the idea for this changed so many times and i wanted to write more and then spent 14 hours yesterday moving furniture

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mrkida-art · 2 years

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Dwarves and death - My headcanons

TW mentions of death and funeral practices Time to share some headcanons! This one is sort of grim as it focuses a lot on death, these are heavily based in the legendarium but as always, I'm not always canon so keep that it mind. Here we go!

In my head, dwarven culture and religion is inherently linked with death and reincarnation. The concept of death is always present but also celebrated. Some of their most important religious death related figures are the Seven Fathers.

Seven Fathers of the dwarves are destined to live and die seven times each. Due to this fact that they are viewed as figures not fully alive nor dead. That every time they reincarnate, they are believed to have one foot in the realm of the living and one foot in the realm of the dead. Some dwarves (such as certain moon priests) are believed to be able to peer into these realms while still alive, but only the incarnations of the seven fathers are believed to be able to enter the realm of the dead while in mortal form. In art, this is reflected in the way they are portrayed. They are always depicted with skull faces which symbolizes their deep connection to death itself. To dwarves death is very important, after death they are supposed wait in the afterlife until they are called by Mahal to rebuild the world. So it's important to live and die well.

In my hc they believe that in order to be reborn in their current form once Mahal calls for them, their bodies must be preserved in stone (Stiffbeards however preserve their dead in halls carved directly into the permafrost of the north east). If any parts are damaged or missing, they are usually replaced with a sort of beautifully decorated prosthethics.

However, sometimes a proper burial isn't possible. One examples (out of many) is the battle of Azanulbizar. So many dwarves died during the battle that they could not bury them according to their customs. So instead they were burned on great pyres, later known as the "burned dwarves". I hc that if a dwarf is not buried in "the proper" way, that essentially means that they will be reincarnated. In order to successfully go to the afterlife and live in peace they need a body ready in the mortal world for when they return. If that body is not preserved in stone or ice, they will be reborn in order to obtain a new body. If that new body isn't buried properly either, the cycle will continue. This is why it's incredibly important that tombs are well maintained and cared for, if they fall into disrepair it means that the dwarves who are buried there risk losing their mortal vessels.

Losing their vessels isn't necessarily a bad thing though, they are believed to go to the halls of waiting for seven days and nights after death to meet their kin, until their souls must once again return to Middle Earth. In their new forms, while living, they will not remember their old families and loved ones, however, in death they will remember all their past lives. The bittersweet nature of it all however is that they will not return to their past forms, once lost, they are lost forever.

Dwarves must also pass certain age related milestones to be able to reincarnate in that form. If a dwarf dies too young, they are destined to live again. They must experience the proper joys and sorrows of life to enrich their soul in order to stay in the Halls of Mandos after death. However, like mentioned earlier, this will be done in a completely new form. To dwarves, this is both a comforting and grim fact.

Some dwarves chose the road of reincarnation themselves, this is uncommon but there are several instances of it happening. Their motivations for doing so are however not known.

#my headcanons #tw death #sorry for my crappy writing haha #mr.kida-verse #dwarven belief systems #dwarven culture #the seven fathers #worldbuilding #text post #dwarven views on death and reincarnation #prolly a lot of typos and stuff in this wooops #tolkien dwarves #the hobbit #lord of the rings #lotr

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i23kazu · 2 years

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i want you in my arms (oh, let me hold you.)

warnings – tw death, mentions of blood, angst characters – childe x gn reader a/n – hehe

"you're not dying on me. not on my watch." you gasp for air, holding his hand and squeezing it. you wrap torn bits of your outer shirt around his bloodied ribs – desperately praying to whichever archon who was listening in and gazing at the two of you.

"i promised myself, (y/n)." he weakly smiles up at you, squeezing your hand so gently that you had to convince yourself he did it.

"save your words for your recovery, childe."

"i would never fall again, unless its you i fell into." says the dying childe in your arms, as he leaves the battlefield for the last time. he utters these words under his breath with such haste and hurry that everything seems ten times more painful than anything else you've ever experienced before.

"i was lost in the darkness, but i found you."

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please reblog! it really helps me :-) <3

#hweheheehhehhe #[📍regular broadcast!]#some angst to end the day <3 mwah #childe x reader #childe x gn reader #childe angst #genshin x reader #sorry for the crappy quality im trying to catch up on all my assignments...#childe #tartaglia #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x gn reader #genshin angst #genshin writing #tw angst #tw death #[📝 stewardess' notepad!]

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ackalice · 1 year

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So... I wrote something...

long story short, Meelu's oc posts inspired me to make one of my own! I felt awkward posting something from the very middle of the story so I wrote a tidbit from the very beginning!

I hope you enjoy what my brain scribbled down at 10 pm last night- lmao

~tags~

@meeludrawz @4-the-streets @mono-chrono

First Encounter

Adelaide swung her legs over her windowsill with a slight huff, frowning at how her backpack strap slid down her shoulder. She shoved it back up with another frown. Then she scooted off the windowsill and landed on the fire escape as quietly as she could. Which wasn’t too quiet. It was actually very loud. Though after a few seconds of standing still as a plank and listening for any noise from beyond her bedroom door, Adelaide determined that no one had heard it. Or had a second thought about the clambering.

She wasn’t about to fumble the opportunity either way, so she scrambled to climb the metal ladder and make her way to the roof.

The full moon was out tonight, shining down on the girl from far above. Adelaide gave it a glance and a smile. She wasn’t exactly sure if that was a good omen or not. Regardless, she appreciated it and continued on her way across her building’s roof.

Once she reached the edge, she made a quick hop from the concrete and onto the gravel of the next building over. The structures weren’t too far apart, so it didn’t take a master to do. Just someone with good joints. Lucky for Adelaide, she was still young enough to constitute for those.

On she went, stepping between roofs without a care in the world, listening to New York City’s nightlife all the while.

A dog’s bark, some car horns in this corner and that, a most likely drunken man’s cheerful shout, and, of course, a far off police siren. Never a dull night. It made Adelaide sigh contentedly.

Which was odd, but she didn’t think about it too much.

Finally, she reached a building only a few away from her own and decided to take root. Adelaide set down her backpack and pulled out her phone (She never trusted her pockets in fear of dropping it when out at night. Again..).

For a few minutes, she just sat up there, fiddling around on her own and taking a minute to relax herself. The day previous had been less than stellar for her and her siblings so it was a deserved rest.

No projects to work on at the moment, no need or want to listen to music, and no ideas for blueprint sketches, she relished in the moon light instead.

Adelaide took a seat beside a large roof turbine. That lengthy braid of hers was laid in her lap being fiddled with as she closed her eyes and took in the sounds around her. It was so peaceful. She probably could’ve fallen asleep right here.

Ironically it was just then that a large thud to her right startled Adelaide out of that thought.

With her fight or flight coming into play almost immediately, she ducked down with wide eyes and scrambled around the turbine, yanking her backpack with her. Her hiding spot wasn’t exactly ideal- hell it was shabby at best but that wasn’t Adelaide’s first thought in the moment. Another lighter thud was heard behind her. She set her bag in her lap and held her braid tight to her chest.

“Can we just think about this plan for a second??” What sounded like a teenage boy said, almost frantic.

Two more thumps sounded out on the roof, footsteps indicating they were getting closer to where Adelaide was. She was sweating bullets.

“What is there to think about? We’ve got the bugs and we’ve got the perfect way to dispose of them! I propose we think more about Leo’s apparent arachnophobia.” Another boy said, quickly followed by a few chuckles in different voices.

The boy from earlier seemed to groan. “For the last time- I don’t have aracno-whatever! I just don’t trust a woman that we met yesterday!” He exclaimed. Adelaide could imagine him throwing his hands in the air for some reason.

This gave her the insane idea to turn around and get a tiny peak of whoever had snuck up on her. Who else would be up on the roof at this time of night?? She didn’t usually see anyone else up here. With how hard they landed she could assume they jumped down from somewhere. Who would do that and not break an ankle!?

A deeper voice broke her out of her rabbit hole. “Listen- It’ll be fine! Like Donnie said, this is probably the best way to get rid of so many bugs at once! It’s a win-win.” He spoke as he walked around a bit.

Adelaide could feel his footsteps through the concrete.

This was making her even more curious. Maybe she would take that quick peak-

She stifled a yelp at the pain that spiked up through her scalp. After taking a few seconds to pause and make sure they hadn’t heard her (They were still bickering), she followed her hair down and right into one of the openings on the turbine. Damn it. A few tugs told her it was definitely stuck. She couldn’t even turn her head all the way!

The seemingly irritated boy scoffed. Then, a much younger sounding voice joined in. “Raph’s right, Leo! We’ll just drop off the bugs and be out of the Nexus before you can say arachnophobia!” He said semi-reassuringly.

“Even Mikey can say it!” That second voice said offendedly, the bigger one starting to cackle at them very loudly.

Adelaide had been listening and simultaneously trying to pull her hair out of the turbine in silent panic. But then she heard the word ‘Nexus’. Wasn’t that the name of that weird hotel a few blocks away? She had taken note of it on a few of her night walks.

“I still don’t trust her..” One of them grumbled, Adelaide imagining him crossing his arms.

The gruff voice groaned at him, taking a few steps to what she assumed was the edge of the building. “Whatever, Leo. Let’s just get home and make sure pops isn’t worrying about us. We’ll meet up with Big Mama tomorrow night.” With that, there was a big whoosh and then a thud further down, seemingly on a building lower down.

A few more shuffles followed. The same process of a jump and a landing happened two more times. Then there was the sound of a jet starting. The curious thrum faded down and away after a few quick seconds.

Adelaide looked either side of her without any movement. The four figures had left just as soon as they arrived, leaving Adelaide in a confused and oddly intrigued state. Oh, and her hair was still stuck.

Rather irritated about it, she decided to undo the large braid holding her hair up and slipped the strands out easily after that. Adelaide then stood up with tired knees. Those peculiar people were nowhere in sight.

Adelaide turned around to look up at the building with the neon ‘NEXUS HOTEL’ on the front. It was pretty easy to spot, actually. And not too far away.

She should be free tomorrow night.

#my first writing on tumblr???#B.A.B #Battery Acid and Binary #sorry if its crappy-#i've had this scene planned out for a while- doodle will tell you as much bc i talked her ear off months ago lol #HEY MEELU THANKS FOR THE INSPO I LOVE UR WRITING POSTS #rottmnt #rottmnt oc #oc #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #my writing #ALSO note for 4-the-streets (Doodle)- forgive me for not showing you this before I posted it LMAOO-

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