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faytalepsy · 1 year

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Andylind + Wedding AU

This got longer than anticipated and is far from what you would imagine from a Wedding AU but welllllll...Andylind takes my mind to weird places.

Hope you like it Anne!!

(under the cut only because it's long....not because it's explicit...because it isn't)

"Will you stop that!"

His hands went still, the fabric of his jacket that he had been fiddling with slipping from his fingers at the steely voice of his general.

As always she was the picture of bored disinterest, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand. Just another day.

He shifted in his seat, the wound where Sauls's sword had pierced his torso still aching with every move he made. At least today's plans spared him from the endless replays of the moment his life had been irrevocably smashed. Not that Rosalind batted even one lash at the fact that they were tumbling down into an abyss and he couldn't spot the lifeline she promised. Still, he followed her whether it be into battle or to the dusty town hall of some backwater First World town.

The residents had probably never seen a pair so out of place in the waiting area of the wedding officiant's office.

In his military gear bar the sword and daggers he looked like a soldier tying the knot before leaving for war when in truth it was the exact opposite. He had been to war. And he had lost bitterly. Or opened a new window of opportunity according to the unperturbed woman next to him.

Rosalind looked impeccable as always, her ashen hair swept back into a plain braid. But her simple grey suit set her apart from the other waiting brides all in some manner of dress or chic suit combination. If that plus their slightly obvious age gap hadn't been enough to stir irritation, her demeanour earned them a lot of cross looks from the giggly couples around them.

He flexed his hands, watching as a blushing bride admonished her husband for ruining her make-up with the many kisses he tried to pepper to her cheek. He was inclined to frown at them but swallowed his bitterness.

Rosalind would never let him kiss her in public, not even on the day of their wedding.

Not able to stand the tense silence any longer he swallowed the knot in his throat.

"Are you sure this will work?"

Her eyes flickered up briefly before settling back on the device in her hands. "You have doubts?"

"No, I just-"

"It will work." Still fully focused on her phone her voice dropped to a whisper.

"They will incapacitate me. All my possessions go to my husband as stated in my will. Regular proceeding."

It was beyond him how Rosalind managed to make something this outrageous sound like a bored remark on the weather. He swallowed, his throat as dry as parchment.

"Who says she won't kill you."

The question had been burning in his mind, leaving him sleepless and restless. It felt so wrong, so incredibly precipitous to bet everything they had on that simple card. And if it were anyone but Rosalind he would call them crazy.

"She won't." Her finger stopped, hovering just millimetres over the screen, her following words more of an afterthought.

"And if she does you know what to do."

The prospect that even Rosalind with all her scheming had just a sliver of doubt in her plan had him move before he could comprehend what he was doing.

He gripped her arm and finally, her head snapped up. Brows furrowing she felt her gaze take him in, fully and completely. She had always been able to brush every layer of his armour away like dusty cobwebs, baring him in a way no one else could. Exposing his fears.

They could still change their minds. Run away from the madness. As soon as the thought crossed his mind it dissolved. Staring into her grey eyes hardened with that familiar determination that some might say bordered on obsession left no doubts. Rosalind would never run.

Her gaze travelled over his face from his brows to the beard he had trimmed too much for his liking to better fit the identity she had made up for him. She leaned in slightly, her voice but a whisper.

"No matter how hard I tried to change it, Farah is soft. We both know that."

"What about Saul?" The name alone left a shale taste on his tongue. "He won't forgive you and he is not above shedding a few drops of blood." That fact was a thorn deeply wedged between his ribs. Rosalind's eyes narrowed slightly.

"He will heed her word like the lapdog he is. We've gone through this."

they had indeed. More times than he could count. He softened his grip on her arm, letting his fingers slide over the fabric until it gave way to the warm skin of her hand. It was delicate, dwarfed by his own and still held so much power. Cupping all that potential he gently squeezed making a promise he didn't dare voice.

And Rosalind let him. He felt her fingers interlace with his own with a rare gentleness. Her other hand finally lowered the phone to her lap. Lips forming a small smile her voice carried the dry note he came to associate with her lighter moods as she spoke again.

"Even if you don't get a hefty life insurance as soon as I'm gone you can at least look forward to the compensation."

He snorted. "Doubt the benefits for widowers apply to ghosts."

"David Langdon is no ghost."

He grimaced at the shitty alias she had chosen for him. Apparently the only fake identity she was able to acquire.

The soft click of the door prevented him from voicing his complaint. A bespectacled clerk with light brown hair checked his notepad before calling out the next name.

"Hale."

All eyes were trained on them as Rosalind rose with that honed sense of purpose he could only follow. He trailed the officiant and his general into the First World office, ignoring the whispers that rose in their wake.

No matter what rumours they made up in their minds, nobody would ever guess the true reason that the dead man and doomed war general tied their knots today.

If he was honest, Andreas himself couldn't quite believe it.

#three sentence prompts #andylind #andreas of eraklyon #rosalind hale #rosalind #my writing

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straightupsickfics · 2 years

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“I’m here sweetheart, I’ve got you,” Stede soothed, heart aching; the fact of the matter was Ed needed him, in away no one had ever needed Stede before.

“I’m here sweetheart, I’ve got you,” Stede soothes, heart aching; the fact of the matter was Ed needs him, in a way no one had ever needed Stede before.

His children had needed him at times, of course, but Mary had always been there, the one they really wanted and needed when something went wrong, or something hurt, or one of them was ill in some way. Stede was the second option at best, and an afterthought at worst as they got older. As for Mary herself, well, she’d proven that she was just fine — happier, even — without him.

But Ed, here, shaking with fever and chills on their small shared Captain’s bed, well. Stede wouldn’t dream of leaving Ed in anyone else’s hands.

“Don’t — don’t go,” Ed whimpers, exhaling a shaky breath when Stede rests a hand on his chest, immediately soothing him.

Stede had been up on deck for the better part of the afternoon, filling in for Ed and making sure everything was taken care of before he let himself go back downstairs. He knew, of course, that as soon as he saw Ed, he’d want to spend the rest of the day making sure he was alright, and he’d been right.

Seeing Ed like this, teary and glassy-eyed, nose streaming, fever-warm… well. Stede really has no choice but to curl up beside him in bed after carefully removing his overcoat and stockings and shoes until he’s in just his undershirt and pants. He can deal with putting everything away later.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Stede promises. “Lucius has everything handled from here, I think. He knows not to bother us unless there’s a true emergency. Roach is on standby in the kitchen, though,” he adds. “You might have to make do with less sugar with that cold of yours, but there’s plenty of hot tea to be had. That might be nice, hm? Warm you up.”

Ed nods, scrubbing a hand over his face and trying to compose himself before speaking again.

“Fuck, m’sorry,” Ed says. His voice is thick, congested and rough from the tears and whatever bug he’d managed to catch, and Stede can’t help but press himself in close and warm, curling up around Ed beneath the bedclothes.

“Don’t be,” Stede says. He cards a careful hand through Ed’s hair. It’s damp at the temples, and Stede tucks it back behind his ear, smiling when Ed leans into the touch.

“Just missed you,” Ed tells him. “Feel fucking awful.” Ed presses his face against Stede’s shoulder, sniffling a few times against his shoulder as if to make his point.

“You sound awful, darling,” Stede tells him. “How’s the knee doing?”

Ed shrugs against him, face still tucked away, but he mumbles after a beat. “Not great either.”

“I can go grab something for it, a hot water bottle?” Stede offers, though he knows the answer before Ed can voice it.

“S’all right for now. Just glad you’re back,” he admits. Ed finally meets Stede’s eye and gives him a tentative smile, like he’s half afraid Stede will change his mind and take off.

“Good,” Stede says. He draws him in for a kiss, brief but reassuring and soft enough that Ed’s relief is palpable. “See if you can take a nap, alright? I’ll be here when you get up again.”

He knows Ed has a hard time sleeping when he’s not feeling well, not to mention without Stede, so it’s hardly a surprise when Ed just mumbles a tired reply, his eyes drifting shut without much further encouragement, face borrowed against Stede’s chest.

#anonymous #my fic #of//md #three sentence prompts

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creativepromptsforwriting · 11 months

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Three Word Sentences

"You are enough."

"Don't you listen?"

"I don't care."

"Dream come true."

"Sing to me."

"Be gentle, please."

"Feel my heartbeat."

"Get over here."

"Listen to me."

"Don't you dare."

"I'm number one."

"Just do it."

"I adore you."

"Talk to me."

"Doesn't mean anything."

"Finally at peace."

"I'm over it."

"You look lost."

"Leave me alone."

"Don't stop now."

"Say my name."

"I hate you."

"Just say it."

"Thanks, now leave."

"Don't do that."

"I feel you."

"Sign me up."

"You don't listen."

"Hello, my love."

"Please, shut up."

#three word sentences #sentence starters #prompt list #writing prompts #writerblr #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr

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arecaceae175 · 5 months

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For the prompt thing- Eyeliner with Time from LU, please?? 🧍🏻‍♂️

Warriors huffed in frustration as he let his eyeliner drop into his lap. He curled his shaking, swollen hands into fists and dropped them into his lap. Warriors risked a glance into his mirror. There was a thick line of makeup smudged across his eyelid.

Warriors was nearly ready to shove the mirror away and be done with it, but the thought of going without his mask for even a day sent his anxiety spiraling. He closed his eyes, took four deep breaths, then picked up the eyeliner to try again.

He poised his hands in front of his face, but they were shaking even more in his anger than before.

"Captain?" Time asked from behind.

Warriors let his hand flop into his lap again.

"I'll be ready soon," Warriors said. His tone was clipped, but he hoped Time wouldn't notice.

There was a long silence, and Warriors lifted his eyes to the mirror to watch Time's reflection. He had a strange expression on his face that Warriors couldn't quite place, then he silently approached and sat down next to Warriors.

"Can I help?" Time asked.

Warriors took a deep breath and handed his eyeliner to Time. "You know how?"

"I have some experience," Time said.

"I'm not going to be able to do it myself," Warriors said.

Time nodded and gave him a small smile.

"Close," Time said.

Warriors closed his eyes and tilted his head back just so. Time was incredibly gentle wiping off the stray lines and then applying his own. When he was finished, he tapped Warriors' knee and gestured to the mirror. The eyeliner was perfectly placed.

"This looks... where'd you learn to do this so well?" Warriors asked.

"You taught me," Time said. Warriors looked at him in surprise, then cast his mind back to the days of the war.

"Did I?" Warriors asked. He didn't remember every showing Mask how to do makeup. He couldn't imagine the kid sitting still long enough for a lesson in anything.

"Not directly," Time said. "But I watched you almost every day."

"Oh," Warriors said. Time averted his gaze and shrugged.

"I looked up to you, you know," Time said. Then, he abruptly cleared his throat and pushed himself to his feet.

"It came in handy. Malon is a disaster at eyeliner," Time said with a grin.

Warriors huffed a laugh. "Thanks," he said.

"Anytime," Time said.

Edit: THERE IS ART NOW!!!

#linked universe #lu warriors #lu time #lu mask #wars and mask my weakness #three sentence prompt #ace writes

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skyward-floored · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 30: “Not much longer...”

Downfall duo!!! A shorter fic, but I think I’m burnt out lol

Read on ao3

Warnings: blood & injury, a little intense

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“C’mon Legend, not much longer,” Hyrule grunted, and Legend moaned, a hand pressed tightly to his middle. “We can stop soon, we just need to cover a bit more ground.”

“Can’t stop,” Legend breathed, flinching as something snarled in the distance. “Th’ll find you, keep going.”

Hyrule didn’t bother arguing, knowing it wouldn’t help the situation.

A monster howled somewhere nearby, closer then the previous sound, and Hyrule tried to quicken his pace, dragging Legend through the dark woods. He didn’t know why or how the monsters had mistaken Legend’s blood for his, but they were being hunted because of it.

And he was so low on magic that if he tried to heal Legend, Hyrule wouldn’t be able to run any more.

Legend stumbled, and Hyrule tightened his grip, Legend letting out an unsteady breath.

“Hang on Ledge, hang on, we just need to put some more distance between them,” Hyrule breathed, and Legend nodded, his face pale from what Hyrule could see of it. The lack of snarky reply made his heart beat faster then it already was, and Hyrule tried to speed up even more.

They were in his time he knew, but he didn’t know this area as well as some others, and couldn’t remember any safe spots anywhere close by. There was a little voice in the back of his head telling him that they were moving too slow, that they wouldn’t make it, that they’d be caught and Legend would be killed once they figured out it wasn’t his blood that they wanted, but Hyrule forced it away.

They could make it.

Legend suddenly stumbled, dropping in Hyrule’s arms so abruptly that Hyrule fell along with him.

They both fell to the dirt, Legend gasping as he landed on his side, and Hyrule quickly scrambled upright and tried to pull Legend to his feet. The veteran shook as Hyrule put his arm back around him, and he dragged him upright, the sound of pounding feet and monsters baying for blood growing louder.

“R-Rule, I-I can’t,” Legend croaked, and Hyrule looked at him, his heart in his throat. “I can’t...”

“Legend no, come on, just a bit further,” Hyrule said, voice shaking a little. “We can make it, we just need to keep moving.”

Legend looked at him tiredly, but there was a spark of determination in his eyes as he met Hyrule’s.

“Rule you gotta... gotta leave me. K-keep going.”

“Not an option,” Hyrule snapped, and cast desperately around the woods for something to help them. All that met him were huge shadowed trees, twisted roots and a dark, moonless sky.

“Want your b-blood, more ‘portant you... get away,” Legend whispered.

Torches suddenly glinted close by, too close, and Hyrule’s frantic gaze finally caught on a particularly tangled tree up ahead. A deafening howl rang through the forest, and Hyrule nearly carried Legend to the knot of roots he’d spotted, the hole just large enough that he was able to press both of them inside.

Legend made a sharp noise of distress when Hyrule accidentally nudged his injury, and he shushed him, curling around Legend so he was further hidden.

“Stay quiet Vet, we can’t let them hear us,” Hyrule breathed, the sharp tang of blood reaching his nose as he held Legend’s head close to him. Legend let out a pained breath, and Hyrule shushed him again as a monster hissed, still too close for comfort.

Footsteps pounded even closer, and Hyrule pressed them both tighter under the knot of mossy roots. All he could do was hope the shelter would be enough to hide them.

Torchlight flickered, and Hyrule tried to quiet his ragged breathing as he heard footsteps pound the dirt right next to their hiding spot. Legend flinched suddenly, his breath stuttering, and Hyrule pulled his head to his chest, trying to muffle any noises he made.

The footsteps stopped, and Hyrule closed his eyes, hoping desperately that the monsters would pass them by and not sniff out the blood dampening Legend’s tunic.

Please keep going, please don’t find us, keep going, keep going please...

A monster growled, and Hyrule heard a few voices exchange words in broken Hylian, hisses and snarls filtering down through the roots. Leaves crunched right by Hyrule’s feet, and he looked over in terror at the tail lashing right by their hiding spot.

Legend’s arm suddenly shifted, slowly reaching down to his side. Hyrule felt his hands shaking as he rifled in his pouch, and the leaves beside them rustled, a low snarl making the hair on Hyrule’s neck stand straight up.

A hole was suddenly torn in the roots above them, but Legend threw something over the both of them at the same time with a pained gasp.

A lizalfos stared down at them, tongue flicking between its teeth, and before Hyrule could try to attack or scramble away, Legend pressed his hand over his mouth.

The lizalfos continued to stare, looking directly at Hyrule and Legend, but made no move to attack. It extended its face only a few inches from Hyrule’s, so close that the traveler could count the scales on its snout, but still didn’t try anything.

It let out a low hiss through its teeth, and then it drew back, snarling something as it stalked away.

Hyrule let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and Legend shakily withdrew his hand.

Neither of them moved though, snarls and growls still ringing through the trees. After what felt like forever, footsteps pounded across the dirt, leaves crunching as the noises faded, and the torchlight receded, leaving them in almost complete darkness.

Hyrule looked over at Legend, his breathing ragged, and the veteran shakily pulled down what looked like a deep red cloak from their faces.

“How...”

“Invisibility cloak,” Legend croaked, breathing out shakily. “Takes m-magic to use though, I... can’t do th-that again.”

Hyrule let out a laugh that was a little hysterical, and rested his head against Legend’s, both of them trembling with the close call.

“I think we can stay here for the night,” Hyrule breathed eventually, and Legend made a small noise of agreement. “I don’t think they’ll come back any time soon.”

Hyrule shifted a little, Legend hissing in pain, and he set his hand on Legend’s bloodied side, calling forth the dregs of magic he had left.

“Rule...”

“You’re going to bleed out if I don’t,” Hyrule murmured, and Legend exhaled, letting him use what magic he could to stop the bleeding.

He stopped before long, feeling lightheaded from the magical drain. He hadn’t been able to completely heal Legend, but he wouldn’t die from the injury now, as long as they paid attention to it.

Legend murmured a quiet thanks, and Hyrule nodded, closing his eyes. He hoped the monsters wouldn’t come back— the odds of them checking their hiding spot again were slim, but... still possible. There really was no reason to suspect that they were here though, and they should be safe for the night.

Neither of them had the strength to move anyway.

Legend set his head on his, still slightly trembling, and Hyrule felt himself begin to drift, exhausted from the adrenaline draining away, and the low state of his magic.

“That was close,” he whispered, and he felt Legend swallow, holding him a little more tightly.

“Yeah. It was,” he whispered back.

They both drifted off not long after that, ears still pricked for the sounds of distant snarls and howls, curled up tightly under Legend’s cloak.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu legend #lu hyrule #linked universe fanfic #whumptober 2023 #day 30 #not much longer #writing from the floor #tw injury #tw blood #if this seems similar there’s a reason for that #i repurposed a three sentence prompt :)

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breannasfluff · 11 months

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Not single word but would kindly request cuddly comfort three sentence fic for a post totk wIld reuniting with the chain Main word Reunion?

Hyrule tucks himself under Legend’s arm, feet dragging. The group is exhausted after another fight without a backup archer. They head back to camp for another miserable dinner; too bland or burnt beyond recognition.

Silence lays heavy over the group; no cheerful banter and crazy ideas to break it up. No hand slips into Hyrule’s for a comforting squeeze.

In short, there’s no Wild.

The hero is still missing, called away for another adventure because the Goddesses have no mercy, sometimes. The Chain is left picking up the pieces and trying to patch themselves into a shape that no longer fits.

It’s Four who notices first. “Do you guys smell…cooking?”

There is the scent of a campfire in the air. Hyrule sniffs deeper, but the greenery covers anything further.

Twilight looks around, nose sharper. “It is cooking. From the direction of our camp.”

“Think someone found our stuff?”

“Or is using our fire pit.”

Time, up at the head, just continues plodding with slumped shoulders. “Let’s go get our stuff back. Play nice; maybe they need help.”

“Maybe we need help,” Legend grumbles to Hyrule. He can’t help but agree.

They clump together as they enter the clearing, hands subtly reaching for weapons before they freeze.

Wild gives the skillet a final stir and looks up with a smile. “Hungry?”

It takes a long time for them to calm down and for halting stories to be shared. No one leaves for watch, too intent on staying close.

Hyrule finds himself curled into Wild’s side as the other talks, Legend leaning against his legs. Twilight is on Wild’s other said, clutching a free hand. The rest of the group nestle around the champion. Time is running fingers through Wild’s long hair and the weight on his shoulders has finally lifted. Warriors lounges against Time with a soft smile as he watches.

Wind is swiping at the Purah pad while Wild explains photos. No one misses how his eyes dart to the champion every few seconds, like he might vanish before their eyes. Sky is almost asleep on Wild’s legs, and Four has been captured for cuddles.

When Wild puts his hand down from the most recent story, Hyrule can’t help but grab it and squeeze. The answering pressure is strong and firm.

Alive, alive, alive, it says.

Hyrule tucks it in his heart like a promise. Wild is back and they won’t let him go again. With a gentle sigh, the traveler settles further into his friend’s side and closes his eyes.

#three sentence prompt #totk #lu totk wild #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu time #lu sky #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu four #lu wind #linked universe

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thepinklink · 3 months

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How about the word... pink?

“How is the horse pink?” Legend asks incredulously.

“The dye shop had some excess dyes, so I brought Strbmlshk here to get dyed and it just hasn’t washed out.”

“You brought in who?”

“Strbmlshk. It’s short for Strawberry Milkshake but the stables have a letter limit when it comes to names so I had to improvise.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu wild #lu strbmlshk #🤣#cracking myself up #plink writes #lovely anon #writing game #three sentence prompt

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llondonfog · 9 months

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Three sentence fic- Silver does not wake up after 7. Silver + Diasomnia family

[✐meme] three sentence fic meme | closed

Lilia visits him the most, as is to be expected of the fae that Silver had so benevolently called 'Father', though it could be said it is less of a visit and more of a vigil, a long-suffering wake that is only broken by the shamefaced intrusion of Sebek or Malleus to escort him gently for food and rest.

He had not thought that he would return to the Valley.

He had not thought that he would return to the Valley with his son in a glass coffin.

The servants murmur where they foolishly think they are outside of his sharp hearing; how gauche to have a human preserved within the very same garden that served as a memorial to the late Lady and her beloved husband, what could the Queen have been thinking when she allowed her grandson to desecrate the serenity of such an enshrined place?

They do not yet know. They do not know of the damage that their prince has wrought, of the shame he wears on his scales like a second skin, of the irreparable break of Lilia's heart.

For that matter, neither does the boy before him who lies in silent repose mere arms-length and worlds away, safe and sound within the bespelled confines of a gilded case. It's a beautiful sight, all delicate gold filigree around where crystalline glass hovers just above the pale blue cushioned slab, flourishing rose bushes framing the base of the structure— and it makes Lilia sick.

If one hardly knew better, it truly would appear that the boy inside was merely sleeping. His cheeks, though pale, bear a slight rosy tint to complement the smattering of sweet-scented petals scattered about his pillow. His youthful features are smooth, peaceful even. Lilia's fingertips twitch to reach beyond the glass, to smooth that silken hair, to scratch his claws against the boy's scalp in just the way he liked until he scrunched his nose and fluttered his lashes and mumbled in such aching fondness "Father, stop that—"

He remembers vaguely to breathe, his hand clutched and frozen over his chest as to plunge within and tear out the weeping, devastated organ.

But it wouldn't be there. There is nothing within Lilia Vanrouge's chest but a bleak, black emptiness, for the human that had stolen his heart lies before him, heedless to any desperate call to bring him back.

Sebek does not question the old fae as to why he simply does not seize the solution presented by the ancient stories and lift the glass from the coffin to gift his son the kiss of true love.

He does not need Lilia to confess the fear when he sees it blinding and raw in the fae's crimson eyes; he does not need Lilia to give voice to the terror that haunts all of their dreams.

He does not wish to hurt his mentor, Silver's father, in such a way.

It's the same fear that keeps Sebek from visiting as often as he should, and it's the same fear that festers like an open wound, oozing and blistering with rot, when he doesn't.

The fear that perhaps it won't be enough. The fear that perhaps, it wouldn't work— that Lilia, selfish in his desires to leave his son without saying goodbye, did not possess enough love to wake him from his slumber. That Sebek, harsh in his criticisms of Silver despite how fiercely he could find excuses to defend him in the same breath, cast too much of his own self-hatred and inferiority into the bond that they shared, spoiling it with a wretched taint.

It's almost funny— almost, that he cannot meet the closed eyes of a boy who loved them so much that he sacrificed all that he could to save their now crumbling family, their friends, the world. He has no doubt that if it had been any one of them in Silver's place, they wouldn't have even made it into the coffin before the human would have kissed them awake.

The silence of the garden feels like an accusation as he leads Lilia away into the castle gloom.

If the solution presents itself to Malleus, he disregards the notion almost immediately.

After all, if he has learned anything from this, what does he know of love? What does he know of the kindness that flows freely from Silver's calloused fingers, of the capacity for grace and understanding within those clear eyes? These are not things he has learned from the fae, possessive, dark creatures that they are— Malleus ought to know that most of all. This generosity of compassion did not stem from Lilia, but rather they have all been ungrateful benefactors of it, squandering his devotion on selfish desires.

Malleus' love would have built them the loveliest cage of dreams, would have hoarded them safely for eternity, away from the pain of sorrows, sickness, and death. Would that truly have been such a crime?

But Silver had seen his paper-thin excuses for what they were, had seen his prince for the lonely, miserable child he had never quite overcome but merely buried deep below layers of ice in the crawlspaces of his heart. Silver had loved him enough to challenge him, his brave, sweet, delusional knight— he had loved Malleus enough to believe that there was perhaps more to the dragon, that this desperate need to claim and control wasn't all there was to him.

If he had been right, whatever softness lay in Malleus' heart had withered with the roses by Silver's coffin.

It would be a mockery to Lilia if he were to go and seek the boy now, to attempt to gift him the kiss of true love when he had already gifted him the curse of eternal sleep. And how audacious, how presumptuous just like his altered self (which was a lie— dear Sebek liked to claim as much, but Malleus intimately understands the truth; the blot had found him willing and wanting, the perfect conduit for its purpose) to believe that over Lilia, over the boy's beloved father, could he possibly wake Silver from his slumber.

How ironic now, at the end of it all— it had been love that saved them. And with Silver silent and still, Malleus dreaded there wasn't enough love left in the world to save him in return.

#lettie's asks #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland silver #twst silver #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #malleus draconia #twst malleus #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #diasomnia #lettie writes #i like how we all ignore the '3' in the three sentence prompt #AS IF I COULD RESTRAIN MYSELF WITH THIS PROMPT #anon you have wrecked havoc on my soul; please take this offering

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effervescentdragon · 4 months

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Galex + possessiveness ? Or is that too specific or vague

Nothing in this world is Alex's, in as much everything can be taken away with a smile and a shrug and a "You're just not a good fit", with or without a performative I'm sorry, or with a knock at 11 PM which precedes people in suits coming into his house and ransacking his parents' office and his mother being taken away with not even an I'm sorry, only an "Alex, take care of them" which infuriates as much as it hurts.

So nothing in this world is Alex's permanently, and he knows it, feels it like that tingle in the back of your throat when you're about to get sick, knows it with every fibre of his being even when he pretends he doesn't, even when he pushes it away, and so every thing that is Alex's right now, in this moment, Alex keeps a tight hold on.

Alex presses his fingers into George's jaw when they kiss and presses his palms into the curve of George's hips and presses his lips into the meat of George's thighs and presses himself inside George and whispers "Mine" and "Good" and "Yes", and he leaves traces of himself on George's skin - fleeting, temporary, about to heal - and never ever says I'm sorry.

#this prompt was perfect <3 #galex #three sentence fic #f1 rpf #my writing #effervescentdragonwrites

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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 months

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For the prompt,

Blanket?

Sky continued to shiver. This new Hyrule they'd entered was colder, or at least they'd landed in the colder climate of the land, and while Sky was far more adjusted to the chill than everyone else, he just couldn't quite get warm tonight.

The fire had long since died out, and Sky wasn't going to dare crawl out of the bed to try and light it again. It seemed everyone else had managed to fall asleep at this foreign inn except him, which was quite frustrating as he was usually better at this than anyone. He often was teased about being a sleepyhead, so in retaliation he called himself an expert.

But sometimes when he closed his eyes he could still feel himself dying in that dusty, forsaken dungeon. Sometimes he could still hear himself apologizing, hear Time begging him to stay awake. And that left him with more a bone aching chill than the frosty night ever could.

The blanket pulled, the mattress shifted. Sky's eyes popped open, startled, and he could make out one of his brothers-in-arms slipping into the bed with extra blankets.

"You say a word and I'll throw you outside," Legend whispered. "I saw you shivering."

Sky smiled, snuggling in closer to his friend, and together the two fell asleep.

#you ask skye answers #lovely majorproblems #I've given up on the three sentences at this point hahaha it is what it is #elastic heart #writing prompt #writing #lu sky #lu legend

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commanderfoxdeservesbetter · 2 months

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three sentence prompt: food

Thorn slurps and chokes down the soup in front of him in minutes. Even when his bowl his cleared, he licks it clean. Fox wonders how long it has been since he’s had actual food; and what would have happened if they didn’t find him wandering in that base.

#star wars #tcw #the clone wars #clone wars #commander fox #commander thorn #three sentence prompt #thanks for the prompt!!

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straightupsickfics · 2 years

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Hello!!!! Teacher Anon here! Hi!!!👋🏾💛 for the sentence ask how about: "While lying in bed...feeling as miserable as he could possibly be, Stede was glad his husband was there to ease his illness with his gentle caress."

hi! first, this prompt is so soft i'm just 🥺🥺🥺 second, it feels like i am meeting a friend of a friend or something bc i always see your messages on @softersteve's blog hahaha <3

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While lying in bed feeling as miserable as he could possibly be, Stede is just glad his husband is here to ease his illness with his gentle caress. He lets his eyes fall shut when Ed smooths his hair off of his face, then runs the pad of his thumb over his cheekbone, cupping his face in his palm.

Stede’s at that point in his cold where his whole face just feels heavy with congestion, and he sighs a little, content at the soft touch there, a momentary distraction from all of it. Ed’s sweet to have taken the day off to be with him. Stede had argued at first, but not for long or with any real conviction.

Now, with his throat feeling sore, his nose running almost constantly, and the increasingly frequent sneezing fits conspiring to keep him from getting any real rest… well, Stede’s just very glad Ed’s here.

“You look…” Ed starts, then stops. “Well, I was going to say beat, but y’look like you need to—”

Stede shudders into a sneeze, turning away from Ed as best as he can. “Hh’iItssHHH! Hdssh-ehH! Ngh, ‘scuse mbe,” he murmurs. He really cannot recall the last time he was this particular brand of sick. This stay-in-bed-all-day, going-through-a-box-of-tissues-in-a-matter-of-hours sick.

“Bless you, love,” Ed says, his voice so low and honey-sweet in Stede’s ear that he feels a lump form in his throat. Ten years and Ed still has that effect on him, it seems. Ed shifts the blankets, pulling them back up and around Stede, and situating the tissues box so it’s in easy reach.

“Here, c’mere,” Ed tells him, seeing the look on Stede’s face and tugging him in close. He hugs Stede right to him, so his head is resting on Ed’s chest, his arms wrapped around him warm and close and perfect enough that for the first time all day, sleep feels like a real possibility.

“Think you win husband of the year,” Stede says into the soft fabric of Ed’s soft, crewneck sweatshirt. “Though you’re going to get this and divorce me.”

“Mm, nope, you’re stuck with me for life, love. But I do expect my husband of the year award in a frame. Solid gold. With a ribbon.”

“A ribbon and a certificate?” Stede says through a yawn. “Think I can manage that. Once I return to the land of the living that is…”

He’s not quite sure how, with the way they’re laying, but Stede knows Ed is smiling.

“Y’might be a ways away from that, but lucky you, I’m a very patient man. Waited half my life to find you, didn’t I?”

Stede’s half asleep by now, but he nods, curls himself in closer. His eyes are impossibly heavy and words feels impossible, so he just hugs Ed to him, soft and sure. Ed must realize this, too, because he strokes a hand through his hair, and says, quietly. “Sleep, love.”

#teacher anon #peach inbox edition #anonymous #my fic #of//md #three sentence prompts #HUSBANDS

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bluewonderer · 10 months

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Starting 7/7, write a seven-sentence fic using one of the one-word prompts each day until 7/13. List of prompts and other rules under the cut.

Other rules: the seven-sentence fic can be any ship/fandom/character. It can be a fanwork or an original work. It can be canon or AU. The seven-sentence fic can be a self-contained drabble or it can be part of a longer work. The goal is to just let loose and write! Just make sure you're writing seven sentences and using the prompt within those seven sentences.

Feel free to use #7days7sentences! Or tag me in your fic or reblog this post with your seven sentences so we can see your work!

List of prompts:

salt heat wave taste thunder wine song

Spread the word and get to writing! I can't wait to see what everyone comes up with.

Note: This is a seven-day challenge that a few writer friends and I decided to try out! It is heavily inspired by this 30-day challenge from last year. I plan to use this to drag myself out of a bit of a slump. I can't wait to see what everyone does!

#7days7sentences #writing prompts #writing challenge #fic prompts #writing warm up #one piece #trigun stampede #jujutsu kaisen #vashwood #zolu #prompts #blue writes #it's been a three month slump but surely i can pull off 7 sentences a day! right??#right???

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arecaceae175 · 28 days

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One of the Links tied up. He’s not in any particular pain or danger, but he is stuck. Light angst.

Legend breathed in a deep breath and counted down in his head. Three, two, one!

He tensed all his muscles, pushing as hard as he could against the ropes. He held it for as long as he could before he let out his breath. He let his head fall back against the tree, huffing to catch his breath.

"Are you done yet?"

Legend could've growled. Ironic, considering his companion. "No, I'm not. Unless you have another way out of here, this is all we got."

He heard Twilight sigh, but there was no other response.

"Why aren't you trying, huh? You're stronger than me," Legend said.

"I already tried. I'm savin' my strength 'n case they come back."

Legend sighed and turned his head. The bark scratched his cheek; he let the feeling ground him. He couldn't see Twilight since he was tied on the opposite side of the big tree, but it was comforting to look nonetheless.

"Whatever," Legend murmured, but there was no heat behind his words.

It had been hours. The mercenaries had jumped them, tied them up, then gone after their friends. Legend's heartbeat had returned to a relatively normal level, but his mind was no less frantic. They didn't even know what or who the mercenaries were after. His friends were possibly fighting for their lives, and here he was, stuck.

Twilight's smooth baritone cut through his thoughts. "They're gonna be fine, y'know."

Legend turned his head forward again and lightly thumped it on the tree. "We should be helping."

"I trust 'em. We're all capable heroes in our own right."

"You're right," Legend conceded with a sigh. "You're right. I just..."

"Don't like feelin' useless?" Twilight guessed.

"...Yeah."

"Me neither."

Legend glanced up at the darkening sky and tried to let himself believe Twilight's words.

There was a small, soft rumble from Twilight's direction. Legend let out a rough laugh and jerked his head toward Twilight.

"Was that-"

"We missed dinner, okay?" Twilight interrupted. Legend could imagine his mortified expression- ears pinned back and blush creeping across his cheeks.

"Hey, you get us out of here and I'll get you all the meat you can eat."

"You've got yourself a deal, vet."

Send me a prompt!

#linked universe #three sentence prompt #lu twilight #lu legend #teehee :3 #ace writes

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skyward-floored · 3 months

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Alright, everyone who wanted a continuation for the three sentence fics for pinned and searching, here you go! I made this longer then it needed to be but that’s ok it was fun *looks guiltily at other things I’m supposed to be writing* ...heh.

Warning for some blood, injury, and uhhh being stuck under a collapsed cave.

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Warriors shut his eyes a moment, trying to focus despite the pain in his middle and the small space he was trapped in that felt like it was closing in around him. He needed to get himself and Wild out of here in one piece, but he had no clue how on earth he was going to do that.

Warriors breathed out, and felt around the hand he’d found, trying to brush the debris off of it. He couldn’t reach any further then a little past the wrist though, and he couldn’t tell how buried Wild was.

He needed to get himself out first, it seemed.

Warriors swallowed and momentarily let go of Wild’s hand, feeling around the large thing he himself was trapped under. It felt heavy, but Warriors tried to shift it anyway, gasping as pure agony burned up his side at the movement.

He fell still again and panted as he waited for the pain to go down, coughing out some of the dust coating his lungs. Even once the worst of it faded, there was still a sharp pulse of pain that remained in his middle, somewhere near his ribs or lungs. Warriors didn’t know for sure, but either way it hurt, and that along with the fact that he was half buried, he knew he wouldn’t be able to free himself or Wild.

It looked like they’d just have to wait for rescue.

Warriors felt out Wild’s hand again, wishing he could move the fabric away from his wrist and check his pulse. It was too thick for him to feel anything, but the angle was wrong for him to pull it off. All he could do was hope Wild was still breathing, that the rest of him was okay.

I don’t even know if his head is uncovered, he thought suddenly, panic stealing his breath . He might be too buried to breathe, I don’t even know if his head is okay, who’s to say it wasn’t bashed in by a rock and I’m holding the hand of a—

A weak cough interrupted his spiraling panic, and Warriors froze, his heart thudding in his ears. Another followed it, faint and rasping, and the fingers in Warriors’ grip twitched just a little.

“Champion?” he asked, barely daring to breathe.

The coughing faded, followed by a wavering inhale, and Warriors held tighter to the hand in his.

“Wild?” he asked again, trying desperately to see though the darkness. He couldn’t make out a thing, but he was certain he hadn’t imagined the noises. Unless of course, he was starting to run out of air and was hallucinating things. Which was always a possibility.

“...W-Wars..?” a voice finally croaked, and Warriors breathed out a sigh of relief, ignoring the ache that shot up his middle due to it. Looks like we still have some air yet.

“Yeah. Yeah, ‘s me,” Warriors whispered back, giving the hand in his a squeeze.

“Wh-what...” Wild stammered, his voice weak and crackling, “wh... where..?”

“Wild, are you hurt?” Warriors asked, and it was quiet for a second.

“...Dunno. Th-think... ‘m arm h’rts...”

Something faintly rumbled in the distance, and Warriors held his breath as a few stray pebbles fell on his face. It faded again moments later, but he thought the pressure on his middle had slightly increased with the noise.

Wild’s breath suddenly hitched. “W’re... buried.”

Warriors breathed out. “Yeah.”

Wild’s breath hitched again, and the hand in Warriors’ began to shake, fingers fumbling as they tried to clutch at Warriors’.

“Wild, hey, easy,” Warriors breathed, holding more tightly to his hand, but he could hear Wild’s breathing speed up.

“No... n-no I can’t—”

“Wild, calm down,” Warriors said in as clear of a voice as he could, then coughed, the pain in his middle feeling worse. That’s starting to hurt an awful lot. “The... the others ‘ll come.”

“W’re buried,” Wild gasped, panic making him cough, and Warriors heard rubble shift, like Wild was trying to move. “W-Wars I can’t—”

“Wild. Listen,” Warriors said in a commanding voice, ignoring the urge to cough again. “You need to stay calm. I don’t kn-know how much air w-we have, we need to stay... calm.”

He grabbed firmly at Wild’s hand, and Wild clutched back at it, his breath still rasping loudly in the enclosed space.

“‘S too small,” Wild whispered, fingers shaking as he clung to Warriors’ hand. “Too... tight, ‘s like the... too small.”

Wild’s voice was small and scared, lacking the usual bright and teasing quality it almost always held. Warriors squeezed his eyes shut as he ran his fingers over Wild’s, then reopened them, trying to think past the fog trying to overtake his senses. Something was trying to break through it, an idea of sorts that they could use to get out, but it hadn’t succeeded yet.

“‘M not a fan of smaller spaces either,” Warriors admitted in a soft rasp. “Not fun. Gimme... ‘n open field any day.”

“Don’ sound so w-worried yr’self,” Wild muttered shakily, and Warriors coughed out a laugh.

“Perfected th-the art of faking it, bud.”

Wild let out a small, hysterical croak, a distant mirror of a laugh, but his frantic gasps had begun to ease. His breath still rasped more then it should, but Warriors was relieved at even the slight improvement.

Things fell silent between them for a moment, and Warriors took a minute to breathe, an action that was getting harder and harder to do successfully. The hot, painful feeling in his middle was starting to grow to an agonizing degree, and the fog was growing thicker around his senses. But the idea that had been forming in his head finally broke through, and Warriors shifted his head towards where Wild was.

“Wild,” he said, unable to keep his voice from hitching with pain. “C-can you reach your... slate?”

The fingers in Warriors’ twitched, then slowly withdrew, the quiet sound of rocks and pebbles being shifted reaching him. For a moment it was all Warriors could hear, that and an occasional shaky inhale like Wild was stopping himself from letting out a more pained noise, but then he heard a small hum.

“I... I c’n touch it,” Wild said, voice more shaky then it had been before. “Don’ think I can... pull it, but... m-might be able to get... Wind.”

“Okay,” Warriors breathed, squeezing his eyes shut and reopening them. “See if... you c-can—”

A cough spilled from his lips, and Warriors was unable to stop the fit he suddenly broke into, coughs that were thick and painful, bringing tears to his eyes with how they made his chest burn.

He wasn’t able to stop for several long moments, and his head spun dizzyingly as he caught his breath, middle full of a liquid fire so intense he could barely breathe.

“Wars?” Wild asked in a sharp, terrified voice, and Warriors coughed again, something warm dripping down his lip.

“‘M fi...” he rasped, dragging in another breath. “Fine, ‘m fine Wild. Call... Wind.”

Wild didn’t reply, but Warriors could feel the disbelief radiating from him as the quiet sounds of him shuffling in the debris sounded out again. The only other noise was Warriors’ wheezing breaths, and it was a few moments before Warriors heard a soft click.

The faintest bit of blue shone through the rocks nearby, not enough to see by, but enough that Warriors knew Wild had succeeded in turning on his slate.

“Sailor,” Wild rasped, trying to make his voice louder, and then coughing due to the effort. “S-Sailor... y’there..?”

He fell silent, and both of them strained their ears, even though Warriors was having an extremely hard time focusing. It felt like a Goron had sat on his chest, and was occasionally stomping around on his ribs, painful and heavy on his bones. But he couldn’t free himself, so it was just something he’d have to deal with.

Warriors shivered, and tried not to wheeze as his middle ached at the movement.

The sooner the both of them got out, the better.

“...hea...know I...see if...”

Warriors and Wild both stilled at the faint words, and listened in silence, Warriors’ heart beating loudly in his ears.

“—ampion! Is that you?!”

Wild let out a slightly hysterical laugh, and Warriors smiled, even though he knew Wild couldn’t see it.

“‘S me, m-me and Wars,” Wild said, relief thick in his voice. The connection that had come through was weak and staticky, and Warriors couldn’t entirely tell who had spoken, but they’d made contact at least.

“Are you two—kay?” the voice continued on, and Warriors thought it might’ve been Twilight’s. “We’re working on digging you—might be a bit.”

“Wars isn’t... he’s pretty b-bad,” Wild replied, and when Warriors opened his mouth to protest that Wild was equally bad-off if not worse, all that came out was another string of thick coughs.

He missed whatever was said next, a swirl of pain and fog clouding his senses, more warmth dripping down his chin. When he finally checked back in, Wild’s hand had grabbed at his again, and Warriors dragged in a rasping breath, the faint light from Wild’s slate growing blurry.

“—old on a bit longer, we’re going as fast as we can,” the voice came through again, more frantic then before. “Just hold on you two, we’re coming, I promise.”

“Y’ hear that W-Wars?” Wild croaked, holding his hand with a shaky grip. “Jus’... hold on.”

“Only ‘f you... do too,” Warriors rasped, and Wild hummed softly in reply, the sound thin with pain.

The voice from the slate said something again, but Warriors didn’t catch it, and he didn’t think Wild did either, based on how the voice seemed to grow frantic again, and louder. He couldn’t make out any of the words, and Warriors began to sink into the fog of pain his mind was fighting so hard to resist.

He thought he might have heard the rumbling sound in the distance again, like the rocks trapping them were being shifted, but he wasn’t sure. Dust fell on his head, but Warriors merely closed his eyes against it, too numb to even be scared any more. If he was going to be crushed, so be it. He only wished he’d gotten the chance to speak with his friends in his own time once more.

The fog had fully enveloped him now. The only thing that was clear was Wild’s hand pressed against his, fingers trembling, coated in dust and dirt and something sticky.

Warriors drifted along like that for what felt like forever, clinging to what few sensations he had left, Wild’s hand the only thing keeping him from fully falling away.

“—found them!”

And then there was light, so bright that Warriors had to close his eyes against it, and couldn’t help the whimper he let out. The voice was louder then ever, like Wild’s slate was right against his ear, and Warriors wished he could cover his ears.

“—get the rocks off, this thing is huge, he must be—”

“—lot of blood, that’s too much—”

“—lia I don’t know how either of them didn’t just—”

“—easy Link, easy, we’re getting you out, hold on.”

Something touched his face, and Warriors flinched, sounds and light and the endless pain in his middle too overwhelming for him to focus on anything. The voices kept floating around and over him, but Warriors could only catch bits of what was spoken.

Was Wild’s slate glitching?

The thing touched his face again, gentle and soft as it carefully turned his head to the side, and when fingers brushed his forehead, Warriors’ scrambled senses finally put together the fact that this must mean they’d finally been rescued.

He wheezed out a soft gasp of relief, and did his best to squeeze Wild’s hand, their fingers still connected. Wild faintly twitched back, and Warriors exhaled, relief swamping over him.

He didn’t remember any of the rest of their rescue, his senses fading out as the others pulled them from the rubble of the cave. Any travel or bandaging was lost to him, and he had no clue how long it had been when he flickered back awake.

The first thing he noticed was that he was on a soft bed, and that there was sunshine and a fresh breeze spilling in through the curtains. Time and Twilight were asleep on chairs by the bed, Wind flopped on their laps, Twilight’s head resting on Time’s shoulder. They all looked exhausted, and Warriors listened to Twilight snore for a minute, then looked down at himself.

His injuries were bandaged, blood and dirt cleaned from his clothes. His scarf had been cleaned as well, the blue bright and soft, and when Warriors looked beside him and saw Wild in a similar state to himself, the relief hit him again, even more intensely.

They’d made it.

They were out, and they were both alive.

Warriors exhaled, closing his eyes again. His head hurt and he was sore what felt like everywhere, not to mention his breathing still held an odd rasp, but he and Wild were okay.

They’d made it.

He felt out Wild’s hand again, and gave it a soft squeeze, relieved when Wild softly squeezed it back. The champion nestled up a bit closer to his side, and Warriors let himself drift off again, feeling perfectly content.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu warriors #lu Wild #linked universe fanfic #fic #whump #oops #tw blood #tw injury #writing from the floor #three sentence prompt #<- because it’s related to those #anyway wheeeeeee I went a little hard but it was fun #I almost left out the soft scene at the end and had it just be both of them falling unconscious but I decided to be nice #XD

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