#blind hero

[pink-petal-horns]

Blind Justice

Key: Smut 🩸, Fluff ⛪️, Angst 🌧️

Oneshots

Is That a New Tie ⛪️

[watercolorfreckles]

Medusa

The stone walls creaked, breeze billowing through the empty halls of the abandoned castle.

Villain had a way of listening to the stone's whispers, understanding its every shift and crack.

Someone was inside.

She found him kneeling in the throne room overgrown by ivy and moss. Paying respect to the statues of the fallen king and queen.

Villain stepped up behind him, the cobblestone clicking beneath her heels.

Hero inhaled sharply, spine straightening.

"Don't turn around," Villain said, "Don't look. If you look, I will kill you."

The warning fell from her lips on automatic. So often repeated, it felt engraved on her tongue.

It was the only mercy she offered, and the only one allowed to her.

And it tired her.

She glanced around, wondering how many more statues could fit in the courtyard.

Hero swallowed, hands resting in his lap. "I do not come to harm you."

"How liberating it must be to have a choice in the matter," Villain said, stepping closer.

She knelt down behind him, white skirts pooling around her feet.

She leaned close to his ear. "If you try to use me, you will not survive. You are not the first to try, and you will not be the last. You humans think that being flesh and blood makes you invincible; different, in your passion, from the last crumbling mortal. You're not. You all fall to stone. If you wish to live..." She reached out to trace the curve of his brow. "Leave."

"You are lonely," Hero said softly. A stream of sunlight caught his hair, igniting it golden.

"Yes," Villain admitted. What did it matter? No use in keeping secrets from the dead.

A single glance at her face, and she would be alone again. Ruler of a hollow, soulless castle.

Villain watched Hero's line of sight shift toward another statue across the room, one of many turning the court into a graveyard.

They called her Medusa, after the mythic villain of old tales. To lock eyes with Medusa was to turn to stone.

Many sought to capture Villain's image, whether through enchanted mirrors magicked to steal her reflection, or foolish attempts at painting her likeness. They lusted to wield her likeness as a weapon. To spread it across enemy lines in a massacre of crumbling stone; to tuck a portrait into a lover's letter to kill them with a glance.

"That is why I am here," Hero said. "I imagine it has been a long time indeed since you've had any sincere company."

"You are sealing your own fate," Villain said. "Just as the others have. They always look. They can't help themselves. There is a draw to my eyes, in mere moments you won't be able to resist."

A small smile curled the hero's blushy lips. "I am not afraid."

"Then you are a fool," Villain said, standing up and turning away.

A hand caught her wrist. Fingers warm and gentle against her skin.

Her breath caught.

"Look at me," Hero said softly.

Villain stood statue still. "Do you wish to die?"

"I wish to see you," he replied. "And I wish for you to see me."

"It is cruel to make me your murderer without my consent," Villain murmured.

She listened to Hero rise off of the ground. "Look at me," he repeated. "It's okay."

Villain slated her expression and turned to face him.

Her eyes locked onto Hero's. His, a cloudy grey turned milky and white. It shone in the light like uncut marble.

Nothing happened. No creaking bones cementing into rock, no terrified gaze locked into an expression never again to be altered by time.

He was untouched. Human. Alive.

Villain released a shuddering breath, staring at the hero if he were the most beautiful thing in creation.

In that moment, those mottled, unseeing eyes, were.

Hero lifted a hand, palm stopping short of Villain's cheek. "You've seen me. May I now see you?"

Swallowing hard, she nodded. "Yes."

Hero advanced slowly to cup her face between his hands, using his fingers to gently map out her features.

Her eyes fluttered close at the brush of thumbs against her eyelids. He traced the line of her jaw and the curve of her lips, trailing over nose and cheeks and temple.

"You are beautiful," Hero said.

Villain laughed, an unbidden tear falling into the cracks of Hero's palm.

His grip tightened a fraction in response, turned cradling.

Villain found herself leaning into his touch. So warm in contrast to the endless labyrinth of stone corpses.

A sob caught somewhere in her chest.

She couldn't kill him. Not with a mere look, anyway. Never had she been able to hold someone's gaze without watching the light in them snuff out. It made her want to stare and stare and stare.

It felt like freedom. It felt like mercy.

It was too perfect, too kind of the fates, to be true.

"What will you tell them when you return? 'The man who conquered Medusa's wicked stare.' You will be a hero to them." Villain pulled back an inch, voice cracking. "Perhaps you're here to slay me. Gouge out my spell-binding eyes and offer my head on a stake to your people."

Hero's brow creased, hand dropping absently to finger the fold of her skirts. His thumb brushed her hip through the drapes of fabric.

"I would not harm you, my lady. I have listened to stories of you for years. They say you are a monster. They don't consider how it must feel... How you must hurt. Nobody should bear such pain alone." His free hand rose carefully, as if expecting an objection, before brushing her hair back.

Villain watched him. His touch was magic against her skin.

"You've come to help shoulder my pain?"

"They cast me out, as they did you. They call me a traitor for what I speak on your behalf. I think...I think I fell in love with you far before we met; before this moment." Hero swallowed, eyes managing a fairly accurate glance toward hers. "I am alone too. I thought- perhaps, that you... That we-"

Villain stepped closer, cupping the hero's face, and kissed him. Gentle and soft and all the things they claimed she wasn't.

They would be alone, together. Perhaps, she realized, that was enough.

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[amethyst-writer]

Prompt #9/Blind Hero

You can use my prompts if it’s for a Tumblr thing, but please credit me! 

“I’ve always wanted to see you crumble,” Villain snarled, pushing the base of the dagger against Hero’s neck, pinning them to the wall. “I never imagined, that after all these years of fighting, it would be this easy.”

Hero whimpered, but said nothing. Their expression held no fear, their eyes focusing intently on something in the background.

“Goddamn it,” swore Villain, “At least give the courtesy of looking at me when I’m trying to murder you.”

“Sorry,” murmured Hero. Their eyes floated towards Villain’s face, but seemed to be set at the base of their chin instead of Villain’s eyes.

“Sorry?!” spat Villain. “Look me in the eyes and tell me I won.”

Hero flinched. “I- I can’t.”

Villain laughed cruelly. “Why not? Too scared?”

“I’m- I can’t... I can’t see.”

“Very funny,” snapped Villain. They looked down their nose, prepared to sneer at Hero again, when they noticed Hero’s usually vivid green eyes were clouded over. They loosened their grip, suddenly. “You’re... not kidding.”

“No,” whispered Hero. 

Villain let go, completely this time, and stepped back. “When did this even happen? How long are you going to be like this?”

Hero choked. “Forever.”

Villain swallowed. Hero’s usually cocky demeanor had been demolished, and Villain didn’t know what to think.

“Did I do this to you?” asked Villain, slowly.

“No. And why do you even care? You came here to kill me. Remember?”

“Who did this to you?”

[hotchocolatewriting]

Blind heroine #5

Part 1  || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

TW: Mention of beatings and some of the wounds, broken bones.

“Villain, you have a visitor.” Villain groaned, turning around to look at the guard standing in the doorway. “I’m not expecting anyone,” they said, holding their ribs as they got into a sitting position. “Well apparently someone wants to see the biggest piece of scum, after all these weeks. You better start walking, Candle, before I send them away and make sure you don’t get any new visitors while you're in isolation.” Villain rolled their eyes as soon as the guard was looking away. They wanted to summon the fire into their hands and grab the guard’s arm with it, but they resisted the urge to do so, knowing it would get them nowhere. It would only result in more pain, weeks of isolation, sitting in the dark. The guards had been threatening with it before and even done it for a few days just to show Villain how it felt.

“Come on, Villain, I don’t have all day. You don’t want to waste my time, do you?” Villain growled, bumping the guard’s shoulder as hard as they could while walking past them. If they thought they could break them, they had to think again. Villain wasn’t a damn doll to play with. They weren’t weak. Weakened because of all the fights, true, but not weak! They just couldn’t help being beaten all the time. Starting fights with the guards that were taunting them, or with the prisoner that spat at them, or the other prisoners that started fights, that Villain luckily always won so far. It had been fine the first few weeks, until the day everything came out, and one of the prisoners heard the guards talking about them. About the villain who was in love with the hero. Of course, all prisoners had turned against them. Everyone.. all the prisoners against one, and Villain had made it out with only a broken rib, a few bruises, and a black eye. They were pretty proud of that, even though it was only because of their superpower that they were still alive. They had been lucky, but no one said it would go this well next time. Still, the prison life was taking its toll, tiring Villain out. They had to stay alert all the time, to make sure no one would come to try and beat them, maybe even kill them. And being alone all the time made them sad. They weren’t allowed to use their powers and coming out of their cell too often would result in other prisoners starting a fight, forcing them to use their powers and ending up in the isolation cell. Villain was used to long evening walks, their fights with the heroes. The life outside where they could do whatever they wanted, without having to think about the consequences too much. No one had been able to catch them there, life was easy. It didn’t mean that they didn’t do whatever they wanted in here, it was just less easy to do so. Villain didn’t like it, they didn’t like their life in here at all, but at least it was them and not Heroine. Villain waited until another guard added the cuffs around their wrists and ankles and walked towards the door where the guards guided them too. They pushed Villain inside, causing them to trip, and fall on the floor. Villain almost screamed from the sudden impact on their rib, but they bit it back down, blinking the tears of pain away. “Really?!” Villain said angrily, getting back to their feet, which wasn’t easy considering the cuffs around their wrists. They looked up, to find a woman sitting on the other side of a thick glass that separated the room. She sat on a chair, her cane in her hand and wearing different, black glasses with her civilian clothes. Villain shouldn’t be able to recognize her, but they did. Their breath caught up in their throat and their heart was suddenly beating so fast that Villain was scared they would expose themselves. What was she doing here?! “Villain,” Heroine said. Her voice soft, her ears turned to the glass as if she tried to hear if they were there. Villain swallowed. What if the guards found out who she really was because of them? How were they supposed to call her, they didn’t know her name. And then there was the fact that Villain had hoped to never see her again, even if it was only to make sure that they could manage this. This life in here without wishing too much for the outside world, a world were she was and they could speak to each other every night if Villain wanted to. Villain sighed and walked closer to the glass. They hissed when they tried to sit down on the chair, their ribs screaming at the movement, making them want to lay down on their bed. Villain’s whole body ached from the bruises the other prisoners had left there and their left eye still didn’t open well. “Are you in pain?” Heroine asked, surprised at hearing Villain’s hissing. “No,” Villain said quickly, maybe too quick for Heroine’s liking. She frowned, tossing her cane from one hand to another. It wasn’t the same one that she used as her weapon, but Villain couldn’t help but see the similarities, since they knew the real use of Heroine’s size-changing weapon. The short size, strong and stable, easy to use when giving hits to the enemy. The longer size usable as a cane, the same purpose as the real cane she was tossing between her hands right now. “Villain, did no one teach you not to lie? I’m blind, but I know for one hundred percent that you’re lying.” Villain sighed and leaned back against the chair, staring at the ceiling. “So what?” Villain asked, still refusing to look at her. “We both know I can be stubborn, don’t you, my dear.” They couldn’t bring themselves to, not without wanting to break out of here and bringing her in trouble again. “What happened?” Heroine asked. “How bad is it? And don’t you dare lie to me!” Villain looked at her for a short moment, seeing the worry on her face, only to look away again, turning their eyes to the ground. They couldn’t be with her, they couldn’t love her. She was on that side of the glass, they were in here and they would never get out again. They couldn’t escape, not without causing problems for heroine. It was easier not to look at her and pretend like they were just talking to one of the guards they hated so much. Thinking about what they could do to them without ending up in isolation, although maybe it wasn’t even that bad. At least they would leave them alone. “Well, turns out the guards don’t like me that much,” Villain said, wanting to cross their arms, but lowering their hands back on their knees when they felt the cuffs. “And the prisoners might have figured out that I’m in love with a hero. So that is also going great! Really helpful too.” “Okay, okay, stop acting like you don’t care. How bad is it?” Villain shrugged. “Few bruises, nothing more,” they lied. “Villain..” Heroine began, her voice threatening. “Okay, also a black eye and a broken rib. It could be worse, really! I just..” They immediately shut their mouth. They almost said too much, they shouldn’t. “Just what?” Heroine asked. “I just wish that I could give you a hug,” Villain whispered so only she would hear them. They were trying not to let the feelings come to them, not to feel how they really felt these last few weeks. They were trying to suppress everything again and make themselves strong again. Villain didn’t want to feel, to tear up in front of her and tell her that they missed her. That they wanted out because they felt alone and lost. That they were scared for what might still happen, that they may not survive the next few weeks if something happened. They shoved it all inside again, putting on a poker face because it made it easier not to feel the worst feeling of them all… hopelessness. Heroine laughed, but it sounded sad, not the sarcastic little chuckle she usually had in front of Villain. "I know how you feel,” she said. “You can be a big pain sometimes, and a prick, and annoying, but I can't get you out of my head anymore. Not after..." ‘Not after that day,’ Villain thought, slowly looking up at her. Their heart wanted to leap at those words, but Villain calmed themselves down, knowing that there was no point of knowing it, knowing that she loved them too. It only hurt them more. It wasn’t possible for them, not with them in here. "I'm not coming out of here, Heroine,” Villain said, their eyes burning with tears they were trying to keep in. Their throat feeling like someone squeezed it shut, as they tried to keep their voice normal, so Heroine couldn’t hear the pain. It was better this way, they reminded themselves. “You have to forget about me."

[marsuro]

A fighter we had to design for school

[hotchocolatewriting]

I love your work so much... I can’t help but crave more. Can you write about a blind heroine but their blindness is not a liability to them, and then villain realizes this fact then somehow they admire heroine (starts to or even more, it’s up to you)?

First thank you so much for the request! I’m glad to hear you like my writing. Second... I’m so so sorry this took me so long! I really hope it was worth the wait and if you or anyone else want a second part, I will try to write it a lot faster! Anyway, I hope you like it!

Part 1  || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

Why could they not just walk around doing their own thing? Villain thought as heroine lashed out with her weapon again. Villain managed to take a step back, but they didn’t manage to dodge the attack completely and hit the floor. Heroine grinned and pointed her weapon at villain like a pirate would point their sword at a stowaway.

Villain resisted the urge to growl and searched for a way out. It was just a stick she was pointing at them, nothing sharp, nothing that would kill them straight away. But then heroine raised her hand, purple energy swirling around it and villain had to give themselves up. They lowered themselves further on the ground, so the stick didn’t touch their chest anymore.

Heroine lowered her hand, letting the powers disappear. Villain saw an opportunity and kicked the weapon out of her hands. Heroine took a step back. Villain was quick to get back on their feet and grab the weapon off the ground, away from heroine.

“And I still think you have a weird choice of weapons,” villain said examining the stick. It was a short weapon, not much longer than their arms, but by one klick on the button it was almost half their height. In the longer state it was thin and seemed easy to break. Nothing like the weapon heroine was so fast to use.

Villain could still feel the pain at the back of their knees from when heroine had hit them there. The aching in their back. It was a simple weapon, but heroine always managed to do a lot of damage with it and villain had to admit that being hit with it hurt. Still, it was a mystery to them why heroine didn’t just use her normal powers.

Heroine took a few steps closer, only for villain to act fast and kick her feet away underneath her body. Heroine fell on the ground and groaned. “Why use a stick like this if you can just hit me any time with your powers?” villain asked, kneeling down in front of heroine who was crawling over the roof searching for her weapon. Villain hadn’t hit her with their fire, right? They were almost sure of it, but why else would heroine crawl around like this?

“Just give it back already, villain,” heroine snarled. Villain raised an eyebrow, she wasn’t even looking at them. At least not that they could see. Heroine always wore these glasses that made it impossible for villain to see her eyes. Maybe their fire was just producing too much light for heroine to handle. A smart idea, they had to admit.

“Why on earth would I do that? Just so you can beat my ass again? No thanks, I quite enjoy winning like this for once.” Heroine snapped her head towards villain, who just got back on their feet. Angry wasn’t even close to describing her expression and villain swallowed, almost taking a step back out of fear. She always had this fire inside of her, something villain admired. She would never give up, but it also made her scary sometimes. Knowing she could beat them up in no-time.

Villain kept looking at heroine who didn’t give up searching for her stick. She reached out with her hand in front of her, as if she didn’t know where to look. Villain took a few steps left, letting their fire burn in their hands, ready to attack if needed. They let her come closer, observing her movements, but heroine crawled straight past them.

That was when villain knew and they gasped. “You can’t see,” they said surprised. “Give me my cane and I will show you how good I can see!” heroine growled. “Cane? The stick? You really are blind!” Villain dropped the weapon on the ground and took a step back.

They remembered the damage they took from heroine after every fight, all the times they had to patch themselves up and barely managed to escape prison. They thought back about the fire burning inside of her, even now they could almost see it shining bright. Villain always imagined her eyes in a bright orange-red colour, just like the flames they summoned in their own hands. Heroine was good in what she was doing, a great fighter, she always was and villain wouldn’t admit it fast, but they admired her for it. They huffed out a laugh.

“What’s so funny, huh?” heroine hissed. Her face getting even more red from anger. “Nothing. I’m just.. I’m surprised. Need any help?” Heroine looked up at them. Villain almost expected her to sigh and take their hand, but being heroine she didn’t and villain could have known. “I’m fine by myself. I’m not some lost puppy.” she said crossing her arms in front of her. Villain shrugged. “I just wanted to help, nothing more, nothing less.” Heroine rolled her eyes and villain continued. “If anyone knows how good you can handle yourself it would be me. Jeez, do you even know how many times I needed stitches because of you? How many times I just told myself to stop because I could never win?!” “Then why didn’t you?” heroine asked, interested now. Villain reached for the cane and sat down beside her. They held the cane out in front of her hands and let her take it.

“Because I also have my goals. I’m not a villain. I just want to make the city a better place.” “By killing people and setting buildings on fire?” Villain shrugged again. “It’s a sacrifice I have to make, but let’s be real. I haven’t killed in years and I would never kill without a good reason. I could have killed you right here and now, but I didn’t, did I?” Heroine turned the cane around in her hands, turning her head towards it before she answered. “Could have any reason, doesn’t only have to be out of good will.”

Villain laughed. “Maybe not.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” heroine asked and villain chuckled. “Why do you want to know? You don’t know me, you don’t care about me. You just want me in prison.” She sighed and villain grinned seeing the annoyance on her face. 

Heroine got back on her feet, holding her weapon in front of her, pointed at villain. Villain raised their hands, even now that they knew heroine couldn’t see them. “Easy, we don’t have to fight right now.” “Well just tell me why then and maybe I will let you go for tonight.” Villain rolled their eyes and let themselves fall on their back, looking at the sky above them.

“Because after all… You’re the toughest hero I ever met and maybe.. just maybe, I started to like you. I admired you, heroine, and I always will. You’ve earned my respect.” Villain didn’t look at her while they said it. “So no I wouldn’t kill you, even if I had the chance.”

[hotchocolatewriting]

Blind heroine #3

Part 1  || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

Villain kept following her a few nights after that. Something about her strange behavior kept getting worse and now, even from a distance, villain could see something was wrong. It finally made sense now. It wasn’t that they were scared for her to get hurt, they were scared for something else. Something even worse. Villain didn’t know what had happened to her, but they wanted to find out before it hurt her even more. Villain had never seen her cry, never seen her show any weakness. Until that moment they found her, right after they had lost sight of her and thought they should go back home. Heroine sat on a roof not much further from them, mostly hidden behind a wall. The same roof where their conversation had been before, where villain found out she was blind. "Heroine?" villain asked quietly. Scared to come too close and make her angry again. It was the last thing they wanted to happen right now. "What's wrong?" Her head snapped up, but unlike other times there was no fire, only emptiness, and pain. Her voice was nothing more than a whisper, a fragment of what it normally used to be. "Villain, go away." Villain swallowed and took a few steps closer. Heroine sat up, her body tensed, her weapon ready. "Don't come any closer." Villain held still. They had seen two totally different moods within a week's time and both of them managed to scare them at some parts. "Okay... I'm standing right here, I won't come closer." “How did you know I was here? What are you even doing here?” heroine asked as she wiped the tears away. Determined not to show any more of her pain and weaknesses. Villain still looked at her, not sure what to say. ‘I have been following you around because I think I love you and then I found out something was wrong,’ might not get a really good impression. Besides, villain wasn’t planning on telling her anyway, they didn’t want to get any softer towards her than what they already were. It was pathetic. Heroine looked up at them as villain still hadn’t given her an answer. She frowned, thinking deeply for a moment. "You've been following me around,” heroine concluded. Villain felt the heat rising to their cheeks. They were happy heroine wasn’t able to see it. They rubbed their neck and took a step back. "Yes I did,” villain said honestly. "Why?" "I will tell you if you tell me what's wrong. Why were you crying?" Heroine sighed, but there wasn't annoyance like there was normally. It felt more like she was giving up. "A few weeks ago the office said I don't do enough for them,” heroine began. "I catch almost every villain and deliver them on their doorstep, but it's all small fry according to them. It's not good enough." "So?" villain asked, "That's their problem, right? They don't do it any better than you do. Do they even know you're blind?" "What has me being blind to do with this?!" heroine snapped. "That's exactly why I don't tell anyone, I don't want people to look at me differently!" "Sorry, my fault, I shouldn't have said that. But what has this to do with you?" Heroine looked away from them. "They are going to list me as a villain too if I don't do any better. I need to catch a big villain, but I haven't been able to in a long time. I can't." She sobbed and villain stayed quiet. They wanted to comfort her but didn't know how, without getting hit by her cane. “Is that why you beat the hell out of me this week? Why you’re acting so different?” Villain asked as they crossed their arms. Even now they liked heroine, some part of them was still angry about that, although they hadn’t really fought back either. She seemed stronger, but that wasn’t true. Villain had just not been giving all of their own. “You could just let them, you know?” villain said. “They also see me as a villain, what’s so bad about it? We could do some things together. It’s not the end of the world.” Heroine shook her head. “I don’t want to run, villain. I don’t want the police hunting me down, while I’m trying to save people.” Villain rolled their eyes. Of course she wanted to save people, they could have known. “What is it about you that cares so much about people that don’t care about you?” villain asked. “They do care!” heroine snapped, slamming her weapon on the ground as if that would state it. “No, they don’t,” villain said, anger filling their voice for no reason. “You save their sorry asses every day, risking your life, but when it isn’t enough according to them, they do what? Turn on you, say you’re the bad guy here.” Villain growled, which earned a confused look from heroine, but they didn’t care. “I should burn all of them to the ground, maybe there is no other way to make the city better if I don’t just burn it to ashes.” They paced around, feeling more anger than they had ever felt before. “I always thought there was some good left here, some people that could make a difference. I thought I only needed to take out the bad guys…” “Villain, there are good people. Not all of them are like this. Why do you even care, you know nothing about me.” Villain huffed out a laugh. “That’s exactly what I told you last time and maybe I don’t, but this is wrong.” “So what, you’re gonna kill a whole city? Then there is nothing left to make better. There are people trying to make a difference. People like me.. even you. And yes people can suck, but that doesn’t mean everything is doomed.” Villain stopped to look at her. She really cared, even now, even after all the pain they caused her. “But you don’t even believe your own words,” villain said quietly. Heroine shrugged. “Not everything, I said. My career probably is. I couldn't always be the hero.” For once, villain could clearly see the fire, as if it was really there, but it was growing weaker, getting smaller. This whole thing.. it was hurting her more than she was showing. She cared, she really did and it pained her. Villain swallowed, they hated to see the fire getting weaker, to see her giving up. They wanted heroine back, the brave, fighting heroine with a fire so bright that it lighted up the whole city. They both cared. Maybe in different ways, but they did and villain couldn’t let her give up, not because of something like this. Not if... Villain took a deep breath and kneeled down in front of her. "What about me?" villain asked. "What if I would come with you?" Heroine looked up at them. "You would turn yourself in?" Villain shook their head, then remembered that heroine wouldn't be able to see.

"No, not like that. They need to think it was you who did it. I'm gonna act like I want to get away, like I don't want to be there. You can chain me, take me with you, they will see me as a big villain."

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Review - This is All I Ask by Lynn Kurland

#BookReview - This is All I Ask by Lynn Kurland

Set near the Scottish border at a rugged castle on the edge of the sea, this is the story of a courageous lord who lost everything he held dear. Of a strong young woman willing to sacrifice everything for happiness. Two lost souls who find in each other a reason to live again, to laugh again, and to love for the first time…

I am not quite entirely sure how this book ended up on my TBR,…

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