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little princess
yandere eddie munson
word count: 458
[princess is used as a weird form of endearment regardless of gender]
You were one of the popular people in this school. You made people laugh, you got good grades, and everything was somewhat perfect. But it wasn't like you were happy. You pretend to be this high-standard person with a high-status quo but it wasn't you at all. Your whole appearance was a lie, a scheme to cover up your true self. And you hated it.
So that's why you decided to go to the "freak" Eddie Munson. You've heard once or twice about him dealing drugs and you maybe thought that he would make things better, that the drugs would. But that was your first mistake.
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"Is that Y/n L/n? The Y/n L/n?" Eddie said staring you down with a goofy grin etched into his face. He always did creep you out. You would sometimes find him staring at you during different times of day, multiple times.
"I'm just here to buy drugs, Eddie. Nothing-"
"You know my name?" He immediately spits out while taking fast steps towards your figure in the woods.
"Of course I do. I'm not stupid." You replied taking a few steps away from him.
"Anyway let's just get it over with." You turned away from Eddie and started walking to the old wooded bench to talk about prices but you felt hands slithering across your stomach.
"Eddie what the fuck are you doing!" You exclaimed quickly trying to pry his arms off your waist but they only got tighter, securing their place around you.
"I've always wondered what you smelled like…" He practically groaned out as he sniffed your hair, his face digging into the crook of your neck.
"Oh, Y/n… I just love you so much. I was waiting so long for the day you would come to me. But I knew you would! And here you are my little princess…" You tried to squirm out of his grasp to escape or to do something but he was surprisingly stronger.
"It's okay baby, we'll live happily together!" And with that sentence, he took out a cloth and brought it straight to your nose and mouth, which covered your scream for help.
"Sleep baby, tomorrow will be our first date together…" He whispered as you let him carry your full weight as you were unable to find the strength to hold yourself up anymore. You tried to groan out in protest as if that would stop anything but you were growing too tired to do anything.
"Shh- It'll all be alright, my little princess. I'll make you feel all better." you let your eyes close telling yourself it was just going to be a quick rest, but the last thing you remember was Eddie's lips kissing your forehead before everything went black.
#yandere stranger things#stranger things#quick writing#yandere eddie#yandere eddie munson#eddie munson#yandere eddie munson x reader#yandere stranger things x reader#gender neutral#eddie munson x reader
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Neil only wanted to beat this level without disruptions and he was pretty good at ignoring everything and everyone around him. It's not a hard thing, anybody can do it, but Neil can go far into his head and stay there to accomplish nothing and everything.
Yes, it doesn't make sense but it does when you're Young Neil. Just go with it.
The youngster didn't have anything going for him, he took up the couch as Sex Bob-bomb were doing their 'practice' and Knives was currently in the kitchen getting a snack. He was perfectly within his element of not giving a fuck and about to make it to the boss. It's perfect.
Then Scott sits on him.
"Ack!" He knocks his face against his game boy as Scott settles on him. The older boy doesn't bother watching Neil abandon his handheld in favor of nursing his throbbing face.
"Scott, what the hell!"
"What?"
"Get. Off." Neil hissed.
"It's your fault for taking up all the space." Scott ignores Neil's attempts to free himself, throwing his arms behind the couch. "Besides, I'm tired from standing."
"So that's how you're gonna be, huh?" Young Neil said. Something in his voice spelled trouble but Scott obviously didn't catch it. Kim however looks up from putting away her drumsticks.
"You're fucked."
Scott glanced at her in question but it was already too late. Like a ninja, Neil shoots his hand under Scott's shirt and latches on.
The reaction was immediate. Scott screams in a glorious pitch that could send dogs running as he leaps off of Neil and over the coffee table, landing on his feet, arms raised ready to block.
The four adults stood in silence and only stared at one another. Scott's face is ashen, eyes bulging from his skull as he stood defensively, staring daggers at Neil while keeping as much distance from Kim and Stephen himself.
Neil is anything but clever. He blinks and sits more properly on the couch while giving Scott a look.
"What?" Neil asked.
Kim snorts and Scott flinches.
"Oh my gosh." All eyes turn to see Knives holding a glass of water, eyes sparkling. Scott's feels his gut churn and feels his skin set itself on fire, legging trembling. "Oh mY GO-"
ZOOM
Scott was no longer standing in the middle of the room, his outline showing his missing person. The door is wide open with a bunch of dust kicked up down the walkway and sidewalk.
#Something small because I'm not that good at writing despite doing it for years#Tickle content in writing feels much harder but I'm trying#scott pilgrim#scott pilgrim tickle#ticklish!scott#sfw tickle#young neil#stephen stills#kim pine#knives chau#writing#my writing#Quick writing
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The Devil's Triangle
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 12,375
Pairing: Lucifer/Dean Winchester/Nick (established Nickifer integrating Dean), Background Saileen, Background Midam
Art by: @keziahrainalso
Read on AO3
Story summary:
After everything, when all is said and done, God beaten and all that good stuff, Dean figured that life would go on as he knew it, just with a few fewer ends of the world.
As it turns out, he instead gets a bunch of changes, including Sam moving out of and Lucifer and Nick moving into the bunker. That last one is temporary, of course, lasting only until they can trust that the archangel and her vessel aren't going to cause one of the aforementioned ends of the world again.
At least Dean hopes that it's temporary - that is, until he doesn't anymore.
Notes:
This was written for the @spnproshipbang
It ended up being mostly an excuse to write smut. XD (Though then again, since when do I need an excuse.) It was also very fun to write a (for me - though also, it seems, for A03) new ship.
Thank you so much to @keziahrainalso for the wonderful art! Look at them. 🥺 And be sure to check out her other stuff, there's so much good stuff!
#There's more art - which you will see in the art post#spnproshipbang#I don't know if there's an official ship name for these three but I suggest Nudcifer#Does it make sense? No. Is it funny? Yes.#Quick writing
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I got an idea for when Rakuen dies and like how it's the first and last time she kills someone. So imma wrote what came to mind
Blood and violence and death warning obviously.
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Rakuen felt a searing jolt run through her, her throat beginning to burn more and more in place of a gasp a flooded gurgle left her.
Her wide eyes landed on the man tightly grasping her kimono wicked green eyes burning into her as the ex Captian watched her choke on her own blood. Clutching her closely watching her with sick intent.
"Now you foul little wretch, can suffer how I have." He spat teeth clenched bringing Rakuen close, "You will die painfully, and slowly for what you took from me...!" Captain hissed. Rakuen could feel the blood begin to flood her throat and mouth more, but rage burned her fingertips, her claws flexed. In being so close she lifted her claws....
Captian gasped when sharp, long black claws tore through his throat Rakuen grabbing his collar just as his grip loosened on hers. Blue and pink eyes stared as blood sputtered from the wound and blood covered his neck and chest much quicker than her own. Through gushing blood and clenched fangs Rakuen leaned toward him, "You....Know not...nothing of SUFFERING..." She bit each word tightly Captian staring into her eyes fear flooding them for another time. The last time.
"You...Will DIE...With....Me...Slowly...Pain..fully..."
Rakuen released him and Captain fell to his knees toppling on his side, gasping nails dragging into the dirt, blood still flooding his throat. Rakuen fell to her knees and panted, staring up to Ryoshima's stary sky one last moment.
"Wait...For me...Everyone..."
Rakuen rolled onto her back, solom tears running down her face but a pained smile still tugging her bloody lips.
Captians gurggled wailing was distant now, he was fading faster she could feel it.
I hope death is another chance....Unless you want to come back as one of me....
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Rakuen felt warm hands on her cheeks. Her eyes weakly blinked open looking upwards, the sky was more longer a deep stary blue but a warm soft gold. Her eyes focusing, warm red and weeping silver met her weary stare.
"R...ao...Himi...ko"
"Hush little demon, your throat is still sore..."
She was pulled in by strong yet gentle arms, shakey lips meeting her head rubbing her cheeks.
"We missed you, Rakuen."
"We all did." A deep voice graveled.
"Baba..."
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Hi there.
🌹🌹🌹
Please and thank you!
Hellooooo! Ask and ye shall receive WIP snippets. :3
This is from a short fic I'm writing for Midam Appreciation Week:
OH, Michael eventually said, and then: ARE YOU SURE?
Adam was still trembling, and had to grip the edge of the table for balance.
“If you want to break up with me, just say so,” he bellowed, hurt and exhaustion taking hold in his mind and body as the tension left him and only a bone-deep tiredness remained.
Yeah, so maybe he hadn't slept in two days, and had lost a bunch of blood earlier. And maybe he hadn't eaten properly, too excited to hold anything down anyway.
BREAK UP? ADAM, WE- Michael's grace sparkled in confusion and – something else. WE'RE TOGETHER?
(aka newsflash, asshole, you've been together this entire time!)
This is from a canon-divergent S14 fic I hope to finish one day:
Before anyone in the room could so much as move to investigate, the door burst open, a body flying a few feet through the air before it hit the floor, then slid further. Michael stepped to the side, out of the way of the body while managing to look both disgruntled and detached, as if his only fear was getting blood on his shoes.
There were more bodies at the edge of the door, and the man who stepped over them and into the room was obviously far less bothered by getting his shoes dirty. There was already blood on his green jacket, and on the angel blade in his hands.
Sam blinked at him, his brain screeching to a halt.
“Adam?” he asked breathlessly.
Blue eyes came to rest on him, and Sam wasn't sure how eyes could seem sarcastic, but they managed. “Really? I'm hurt, Sam. I thought you of all people would recognize me.”
(Also Midam, of course. Because what else do I ever write.)
Aaaaaand an AU loosely inspired by Jane Austen's writing (not any particular book of hers, but simply her style, which I don't think I can emulate, though I try):
Adam was eighteen years of age this season, and might possibly start thinking about marriage soon. His features had developed and, indeed, settled some since Lord Michael had first met him – he had retained his somewhat unremarkable good looks. He was cute rather than handsome or beautiful, and so naturally stood in the shadow of his eldest brother, who however did not seem inclined towards marriage. As long as he was on the market, Lord Michael supposed, Adam would always be the after-thought. (This was an uncharacteristically astute observation for Lord Michael, who otherwise gave little thought to anyone's value on the marriage market. Let it not be said that Lord Michael was entirely without insight.)
It was somewhat sad in Lord Michael's opinion that Adam would not be valued for his qualities of mind and character due to his social standing and comparison to his brother. Certainly, he thought, the boy's – or by now, man's – character was without reproach. His oddities only served to make him charming.
Lord Michael did not see the irony of himself chasing Sir Dean and only getting to know Adam as an addendum in the process.
Meanwhile Adam was very much aware of this fact, but tried steadfastly to ignore that whom he was starting to consider one of his best friends had only started talking to him because of his brother.
(You know. Midam. And something I hope to finish. Eventually. It's only at 21k, how hard can it be, hahahah. Haha. Haaaaah.)
Tl;dr: My brain refuses to concentrate on any one story at a time, so I'm writing about fifty of them in parallel. 👍
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AhEm
I’m bored so hello!
Okay really quick writing thingy. . .
Imagine. You go to the same nail salons every single day. And right by the nail salon is a barber shop. And Tommy goes there a lot. And by a lot i mean A LOT. He goes there almost everyday just to see you walk into the nail salon. He used to go in there and ask for a trim. Until his hair got to short for his liking. So he goes in there everyday just to sit on a chair. He’s an expected guest.
Yeah he might seem like a stalker. Which honestly he was starting to believe he was. But really he just wanted to get to know you. The first day he saw you he was getting a haircut so that he could look good on his trip. But when you walked by his heart stopped. You were beautiful. The way you walked with your hands gently touching the side of your thighs. The way your hair moved in the wind. The way you smile when you opened the door. You were perfect.
He once wen into the nail salon to see if you were there but you weren’t. So instead he asked about you. He found out your name. Which was Y/N and you worked there. He once bumped into you while actully getting out of the barber and not watching you.
“Oop! Sorry!”
“You’re fine.”
And then you two continued to walk away.
AAAAA
How his heart stopped that moment.
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“Thanks for the haircut!”
“Have a good day Tom!”
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“No i don’t have your keys Angie! You probably left them in your purse!”
You yelled into the door before closing it. You sighed and turned around to see Tommy on his phone.
“Hey!” You said walking up to him.
You had seen him on twitch and stuff like that. You watched him and you can call yourself a fan. But thats not how you wanted him to know you. He looked up at you and smiled. You were surprised that he didn’t question the fact you were talking to him.
“Sorry for bumping into you the other day uhhh-“
You waited for his name though you already knew it.
“Tom.”
“Tom.” You said back.
He giggled a bit and said no worries. You two started to talk and turns out you two had a lot in common. You said goodbye and walked away. He hoped he would get the chance to talk to you again.
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That’s just a quick writing that i did so yeah.. Tommy X Reader WHOOOOOO
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A random something I wrote a while ago, but I have nothing to use it in, so I’m putting it here:
I keep the birthday card she made me beside my bed, because when I look at it, I’m reminded that, at least, at one point in her life, I meant something to her.
(I don’t know. What do you think of it?)
#mywriting#spilled ink#words#writers#writers on tumblr#female writers#wattpad author#future author#authors#random words#random writing#books#writing#stories#wattpad#quick writing#sad words#sad writing#writblr#one sentence story#reading#readers#quotes#excerpt from a book i'll never write
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Shall I give myself up?
Shall I turn and face God?
And ask him,
If he's ever made a creature this unlovable before?
And if so,
Why is it me?
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No matter how lost I get, not matter how thick the fog gets or how far the dark seems to stretch,
I know that there is a path for me, which is safe and warm. I see it like a spark in the darkness: the light of Baldr, the fire of Loki.
I know that where this light leads is where I’m supposed to go, and it will guide me without fail.
I know that Thórr gives me strength and laughter on my way, and the halls of the Gods await me ahead.
I walk through life like the ones who have passed walk across the Gjöll bridge to be welcomed by Hel.
I know that beneath my world run the roots of the World Tree, and that its branches stretch ever higher above the Gods as it grows.
I know that it connects all things and all lives together, and that its mysteries are unknown to even the One-Eyed King.
And yet I put my trust in it, as I do the Gods, as They do fate. I tread the path granted to me by They who dwell under the Tree.
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" Should you be cold, my hands are warm for you "
Clemin (my oc) x reader
Contains: Mentions of death, bleeding, self-harm, and many other possibly triggering topics.
A/N: This is a short, mindless drabble. It may have typos, or it might also simply not make sense. Bear with me, it's 1:40am and I can't sleep.
(Recommended song, "Baby Hotline")
Should you ever be cold, my hands are warm for you.
How could they make such a bold claim? Only if it didn't repeat in circles. Even as they laid cold in their lover's arms, even as she cried silently into their skin, trying to muffle their pathetic, cracked and broken sobs. How could they care about her? Her, of all people? In her eyes, she's as worthless as can be.
"Clemin," They whispered, voice all strained and wavering whilst they attempted to cup her cheek. Instead, they settled on resting their palm over her warm, oh so warm hands.
It hurt to move, not to mention talking was unbearable. But they pushed through.
Their hands firmly clasped her hands, pulling them to her chest. She stubbornly shook her head and refused to move their hands away from supporting their head.
"I'll find a way to stop the bleeding, just hold—just hold on." Her voice was a panicked whisper. She attempted to move around the small room as they remained in her lap, her vision blurring from her tears.
"Clemin.." They tried once more to speak, but failed. She refused to turn her head to face them, rushing to push objects roughly away from the metal shelves and quick to skim over emptied out medical kits. When she failed to find anything of use, she dug her nails deep in to the fat of her upper arm, leaving crescent marks and nearly drawing blood. "..Clemin, listen—"
"No. Sh, sh, love.." She whispered once more, cradling their head in her arms. However, when they attempted to gently push her away, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps running her way.
"Clemin, it's—it's okay." They reassured her, smiling weakly. An odor of chocolate and strong caramel flooded the room, radiating off of the lady with red, short, unevenly cut hair. "Should you be cold, my hands are warm for you."
"Stop, you won't die. I.. I won't let you..!" She faced them again, her tone raising and becoming somewhat determined. Only, if it hadn't been that it was too late for them to reply.
She stared at them in disbelief, her hands lightly shaking them. When she fully comprehended that they no had any life remaining in them, she gently set them on the cold concrete floor and held their hands in hers. She was prepared for the worse that was yet to come.
#oc#fire#maiden#firemaiden#flamemaiden#clemin#agito#i don't know how to make tags#tbh I'm kind of putting random stuff#death#xreader#readerdeath#bleeding#blood#1am drabbles#drabbles#quick writing#writing#yeah#Spotify#babyhotline#angst
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Wishing Ill
God says to not wish ill on others
Not to hope they are harmed
But what is they are a criminal?
Someone who back-stabbed and betrayed?
Who hurt me, you, and everyone else?
What if they have harmed people
Hurt them in ways I can't imagine
May I wish that on her
Or is it still a sin?
God says not to wish ill on others
But this time I think I will
#if you see this i hope you have a good day#original poem#deep thoughts#depression poetry#poetry#feel better#my writing#poem#poems on tumblr#depressing shit#wishing ill on others#read your bible#God loves you#if you see this I hope you remember God loves you more than anything#five seconds poetry#quick writing
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At the end of all this I hope there’s more.
Like an ironic catharsis.Kind of like heaven, but it’s just more of this instead.
Less romantic than rebirth, less incredible than eternal bliss
No angels (we already have those here!) but instead:
Clothing Store managers! “No sitting at the cash register!” “Someone clean up the clearance section!”
English Teachers!“Turn to page 37!”“You’re telling…
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Up to his neck in dragons
Chapter: 10+11/11 (Read on AO3)
Pairings: Michael/Adam Milligan, Lucifer/Nick, Lucifer/Sam Winchester
Archive warnings: Rape/non-con
An 'angels are dragons' AU - sequel to 'Putting all dragon eggs in one basket'
Story summary:
After two years with the dragons and many, many hatchlings, Adam gets injured bearing another brood. This may make him unable to bear more eggs, and makes him anxious about his future with clan leader Mik'hal.
Around the same time, first one and then another long-lost brother of Mik'hal and Rap'hil appears. The pressing question is what to do with them, especially Luc'fel, who was once banished by their father for his transgressions against the clan.
Chapter summary/excerpt:
Gab'ril held out the slightly yellowed papers to him. “I found it again, when I looked for my hoard at the celebration. Back when I first found it, I was uncertain what to do with it, and, well, I simply dropped it next to my hoard, thinking that I would deal with it later...”
With trembling hands, Luc'fel took the papers. The handwriting was crude – and he blinked back tears even before he read the name at the end of the letter.
The blocky writing, like that of a child, was the work of Ab'bel. Luc'fel had taught him the dragons' way of writing back then, so that they could read and write poems together.
My dearest one, the letter started, and Luc'fel trembled so much that he almost ripped the pages apart.
Notes:
Since chapter 11 is an epilogue, I decided to publish it together with chapter 10.
There may be a sequel coming eventually, but for now it's a wrap.
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SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.
#simon petrikov#fionna and cake#adventure time#goin insane over him#thers no words to describe how im feelin#i wish i could draw somehtin better but i am goin INSANE#FINALLY. AFTER ALL THESE YEARS. we are being FED.#ALSO?? HOW THEY SHOWED HIM EXACTLY WHEN THE LYRICS GO ''WHATS WRONG WITH ME'. LIKE HELLO???????#ive seen so many good theories PLEASE GOD WRITE FICS I AM BEGGIN I LL DRAW U FANART BLS HEL P#IDK WOT IM GONNA DO FOR A WHOLE MONTH#SOMEONE KNOCK ME OUT TIL THE 31ST. HIBERNATE ME. HELP.#also i need to put it out there the first thing i thought when i saw this trailer was simon is tryina rewrite fionna and cake#which is why their world keeps changin so much? idk idk#ive seen so many different ideas and they are all so good please help#ALSO GOD. THIS MAN IS JUST GOIN THRU IT. AND ITS ONLY BEEN A QUICK TRAILER.#im sorry for so many tags idk where to put these help#maybe i should make an actual blog for like. whatever. n reblogs. help.
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Midam week day four: FALLING
“I wonder if falling really does feel like flying,” Adam had said, about two seconds before he'd thrown himself – and, by extension, Michael – off the cliff.
Seeing as he currently wasn't in control of their body, Michael technically didn't breathe. But that didn't keep him from manifesting his projection just to let out a deep sigh.
The thing was, Adam wasn't doing this to harm himself. He'd also never been an especially reckless kid, back before the cage. But apparently, when a human got access to all the powers and abilities of an archangel, this could lead to some... experiments, so to say.
Namely, testing what it would feel like to throw yourself off a very high cliff.
They'd already 'tested' walking through fire, getting hit by water guns and tear gas, and, just last week, they'd brought home a slightly cursed painting from a thrift store. Though Michael was pretty sure that by now, the curse had lifted due to his angelic intervention.
Point being, Adam liked trying new things. But Michael sure would have liked a little bit of a heads-up before Adam put himself in situations that could, if Michael didn't react fast enough, hurt him. (Adam couldn't die as long as Michael was there, but he could still experience pain – for instance, by colliding with a rocky surface at very high speed after jumping off a cliff.)
Speaking of cliffs and falling...
“This doesn't feel like flying,” Michael decided, as they kept rocketing towards the ground.
“Yeah, no.” Adam sounded a little disappointed.
“You know what does feel like flying?” Without waiting for an answer, Michael unfurled his wings, curbing their fall.
“Couldn't hazard a guess,” Adam said, grinning, then whooped when Michael pulled them upwards and flew a loop.
“Now this. This is flying,” Michael said, not without pride, watching Adam grin so widely it made his grace do somersaults in their chest.
Immediately, Adam's expression grew soft. “You really love flying, huh.”
I love you, Michael thought, grace curling around Adam's soul.
Out loud, he said: “I think you love it more than me.”
He beat his wings, taking them higher, higher, until they burst through the clouds, wisps of white pushing upwards with them. There, several feet above the cloud cover, they stopped to take in the view.
This was supposed to be the opposite of their 'test', rising up above everything, and yet, looking at Adam, Michael couldn't help but think that he'd actually fallen further – at least for this one, wonderful human.
#Adam won't stop doing trust falls and Michael is so tired#But also fond#Or more like this author won't stop writing about Adam throwing himself off cliffs#He deserves it your honour#Midam week#Quick writing#Midam
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"Do you like this character?🥺?" I want to see him sobbing and writhing in a ditch. Leave me alone
#faer nonsense#lemme just tag every fic I ever wrote real quick#ao3#blister pack#danny phantom#dcu crossover#pjo#dc#dp x dc#Drake manor#apartment 31c#this is why I write angst huh#ANAKIN COMPLEX BE UPON YE
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