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@fogdweller​ sent: Éric never felt as if any day could not be turned into something to celebrate over; he'd go out of his way to prepare meals & such for his partner if he had a long day (or rather night) at work with the Mafia any day, but this time was a special occasion: Chuuya's birthday. It was only in the Frenchman's habits to make a big deal out of it, naturally preparing one of the redhead's favourite meals, but going all out with a full-on 5-course dinner, expensive red wine & tasteful decorations such as candles. A present had also been prepared ー as long as Nakahara would feel loved & appreciated, anything was worth the effort. Now, it was just a waiting game for the man to come home ー & once that he heard the door open, Schmitt just moved over with open arms, cupping the man's face & spoiling him with kisses peppered all over his face, ❝Joyeux anniversaire, mon chouchou!!❞ the dark-haired man chirped happily, pressing another peck to his forehead before kissing his lips gently to welcome him back home.

Chuuya wasn’t exactly the type of man to celebrate his birthday as others usually did. It wasn’t because he didn’t like his birthday, more so he didn’t understand why everyone made such a big deal out of it. He got one year older, so what? But the redhead should have known better than to expect the same reaction from his boyfriend, Éric. He had nearly forgotten what day it was when he walked into their shared home. “Éric! I’m hom-” He was quickly cut off by the feeling of hands on his cheeks. His eyes met his beloved’s and he sighed, smiling up at the other man. The kisses he received were met with gentle laughter as he kicked off his shoes. Stepping out of the genkan, Chuuya was more than happy to return the kiss to his lips he had finally gotten. 

“Thank you, mon amour,” He beamed at his boyfriend, quick to interlace his hands with Éric’s as they walked into the main living area of their home. His eyebrows shot up at the sight of candles and dinner. Right, today was supposed to be special. He just wasn’t used to being treated so lavishly. “Is this all... for me?” he asked, eyes a little wide. Now it was his turn to grab his boyfriend by the cheeks and give him a kiss. An entire dinner, just for getting one year older. Maybe birthdays weren’t so bad. And maybe Chuuya liked being spoiled just a little bit. 

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” It was a genuine question. Never would Chuuya have thought that after all these years he would have landed a partner who was this sweet. Truly, he felt as if he didn’t deserve this adorable surgeon as his own, but he was going to keep him. That he knew. He isn’t one to brag (he totally is), but he knew no one else whose partner would cook them a 5 course meal. He truly had won the lottery.

“I’m not sure what it was, but I’m glad I did. Thank you, my love. For all of this. Now, let’s not let dinner get to cold, hm?” 

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Nathanial had gotten quite comfortable sharing a room with the Guild's legal expert. It had become quite normal, and comfortable, for the two to work in the same room. Maybe it was because of how often Kafka seemed to be coming to the preacher for something. Or, maybe it was because Nathaniel had grown a fondness for the smaller man. Though, Nathaniel would never admit that. Not now at least.

The preacher looked up from his holy book, having been studying it like he does everyday. He seemed to have looked up at the perfect time as his eyes locked with Kafka. Nate couldn't help the small smile that came to his face. His smiles were reserved for very few in the Guild. Though this smile.. this one was just for Kafka. An almost smirk that was clearly filled with affection. The lawyer really had done away with his heart.

Closing his bible, Nate stood, quickly clearing the distance between the two. He didn't peak at the diary on his desk, he knew better than too. Instead, he just looked down at the man, Franz, and continued to smile. "May I ask what you are working on? You seem to be enjoying it, whatever it is," he inquired with a hum.

It had always been a mystery within the Guild of how to pull Nathaniel away from his studies. But it seems Kafka had found out how, and he wasn't even trying to.

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•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧.˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩.ー∞

ㅤㅤㅤ *.·:·.★ー❝FAITH, like a guillotine. As heavy, as light. For myself, I am too heavy, & for you too light.❞

Placing the pen down beside his diary as he mouthed the words written down, a soft glance towards the minister giving him company in this very room.ー★･:･:*

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shrimpy: is that among us?

blue:

me: it’s the ligma virus-

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@cursedlane​ sent: lewis waltzes up with what resembles a party gun, with a grin on her face, she squeezes the trigger. confetti and glitter completely covering chuuya. she giggles and holds the gun up to her lips to blow the smoke away. good luck cleaning that up! away she goes like a mischievous pixie, out of sight.

What... had just happened? Chuuya almost wasn’t even able to comprehend that anything had occurred. If it wasn’t for the confetti and glitter that was settling on his hat and hair, he would have thought he had hallucinated. That, and the fact that his hands were still balled into fists from where he had only noticed the silhouette of a gun. 

The redhead shook his hair, causing glitter and confetti to fly down to his feet, only covering himself in it more. It made him growl in frustration. Oh... he’d get her back alright. If it was a prank war that little clown wanted, it was a prank war she would get. She’d best be prepared for the amount of supplies the mafioso could get with ease. She won’t even know what hit her.

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This was awful. Simple as that, and Chuuya was hating every minute of it. The only reason he had even agreed to it was the free food and booze. Who was he to turn down a good glass of wine? However, it might have been worth the skip once he discovered who he was being forced to sit next to. The moment he laid his eyes on the open seat next to Dazai he could already feel his blood staring to boil.

"You better be saying that about yourself, Dazai. I'm not going to sit here next to you all night and hear you complain," the ginger warned his ex-partner. This truly had to have been some kind of cruel joke. Mori knew damn well that this was the last place Chuuya wanted to be.

'That's probably why I'm stuck here', he thought to himself.

"I didn't want this either, you know" he practically growled as he shrugged off his coat and got comfortable in his seat. As comfortable as he could get sitting next to Dazai. Luckily, there was already a glass of wine there and waiting. Chuuya was quick to pick it up and down what was in it. He was... a little to good at it.

"Let's get one thing straight before it gets too late," the red-head started, setting his glass down a little bit harder than was probably necessary. It's a good thing it didn't break. "I don't want to be stuck here next to you anymore than you do. So let's just keep it civil. I don't want a repeat of the cherry blossom viewing last year," Chuuya stated. "We got a deal?"

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ↪ as plotted ahead!

ㅤㅤㅤ *.·:·.★ーIt had always been such a drag to be in the same room as the redhead mafioso; not only the history that they shared thanks to being partners at the Port Mafia, but the fact that there were so many questionable things about Osamu that apparently rubbed the other the wrong way were enough to make each & every encounter with the two of them so unpleasant. Not only was he loud, but also hot-headed, ill-tempered & couldn't take a joke.

Well, the jokes in question were often rather dark & sinister, admittedly, but that was just how Dazai handled about anything: even making fun of his own misery, that is. Perhaps it was not everyone's cup of tea, but the other's reaction had just been so irritating.

ㅤㅤㅤ  Maybe he'd be more bearable with a few drinks, he mused.

Of course, they were seated next to each other ー almost as if both Fukuzawa & Mori wanted to mock them with that. It had already been a lot to ask for to make the ex-Port Mafia member join that get-together, but Kunikida made sure he was not able to bail.

ㅤㅤㅤ "Yuck." The brunette growled once Nakahara sat beside him, turning his head away as he instantly downed another glass of whiskey without a care in the world. ー★･:･:*

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This entire team of Fitzgerald’s infuriated him. All but one, that is. The witch that he had been sent to recruit. And that is where he was now. Sitting in a chair he had pulled up beside her desk, just ranting about what had been bothering him that day about their co-workers. It was easy for the Priest to get lost in his own words and drown others out. A nasty habit of his, though he’d never admit to it. He was even guilty of it in the presence of Sylvia. He waved off her question at first, “Yes yes,” having not really heard it and assuming that she had been agreeing with something he had stated. But he was suddenly pulled from his monologue and back into reality by her calling his name. 

Nathaniel looked up, the annoyed expression he had been holding in his brows melted away as he met her eyes. He could feel his face getting warm from embarrassment from being caught not listening. “I’m sorry, darling.” He sighed, brining his hand up to his head to rub his temple gently for a moment. “I just can’t stand these imbeciles! You’d think Fitzgerald would have hired actually qualified employs like he did us. Yet even the simplest concept seems to go over their heads!” He puffed, finally sitting back up and crossing his arms across his chest. 

His expression softened again as he looked back at her. Nathaniel found it impossible to be truly angry while in her presence. That’s why he always went to her. “You understand what I mean, don’t you, love?” He asked, reaching out to take one of her hands into his. He gave it a slight squeeze, almost silently asking for reassurance of his opinion. He knew she’d tell him what she really thought. 

@kyaneoos​ for nathaniel !! 🦋

eyes are fixed upon the plan proposal and projections, she was looking over them since louisa requested that she did before she gave them to fitzgerald. everything was looking good to her, spinning a pen in between her fingers, writing some things every now and again. the witch could hear him talking, being sure not to ignore him while she was busy. occasionally nodding before she stopped to straight out the papers and place the clip back on it so none of them would end up getting lost. they were all very important after all. the stack landed on her desk with a thud when she put it aside, lifting a hand to rub her face gently.

“ and you asked to be left alone, right ? ” she suddenly asked and turned to face him properly, leaning back in her chair, tossing her brown hair over the back of it. fingers tapping against the desk. “ surely you did, you should know better than anyone that it’ll cease once you request to be left alone . ” sylvia stated matter of factly and very pointedly, bringing her hands in front of her and folding them together. was he even paying attention to her? part of her was telling her that he wasn’t. “ nathaniel . ”

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You'd think Ango's job as an information agent for the mafia would be easy for someone like him. In fact, you'd be very wrong. One minute he is at his desk, checking over the balance book, next he's in a negotiation with an informant, all while trying to remember which records he would have to work on and reorganize after another meeting. It was exhausting work, but no one else could do it as well as Ango could. That is why the mafia hired him after all.

But sometimes it still became a little too much, and on days like those (which happened to be this day), Ango just needed a drink. And a drink is what he got. Well... more like drinks as was discovered by his good friend Odasaku after he met him at their usual bar.

His face was flushed and his glasses were sliding down his nose. That didn't stop him from turning to Odasaku with furrowed brows. He clearly didn't appreciate his glass being taken away from him. "I thought...we were friends," He huffed, clumsily pushing his glasses back up on his nose. They fell right back down again. "Do you have any idea what I've had to deal with today? Do you?!" Though, even in his inebriated state, Ango knew better than to take his glass back from his friend. His threat rang true about their friend Dazai. It sent a shiver down his spine.

"I would rather not deal with Dazai's teasing, even when I'm sober," He almost whined as he laid his head down on the bar, a small groan leaving him. He eventually turned to face his friend again, keeping his head laid down as he looked up at him. "What do you suggest I do other than drink, hmmm? It's not fair that you can handle it so well..." There he goes whining again.

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ↪ as plotted ahead!

ㅤㅤㅤ *.·:·.★ーIt was not unusual for the men to drink together without Dazai if he had been on a mission with Mori or Chuuya; schedules were schedules & more often than not, they just had been assigned different things ー Oda & Dazai, that is. Sakaguchi on the other hand had been in a whole other department, so his schedules were a different thing entirely.

Sitting by the counter at the Lupin bar, the redhead sipped away on his whiskey, not buzzed at all; a glance to the side however would reveal a whole other story: the bespectacled man clearly not being able to hold his liquor. Not that surprising, he mused, but simply smiled to himself.

ㅤㅤㅤ "Ango, I think you had enough for the night." Reaching out, he placed his hand around the other's glass, trying to gently move it away from his palm. "Unless you want to start dancing on top of the bar? I wouldn't stop you, but I am sure you'd never hear the end of it once Dazai hears of it..." It was true, Sakunosuke was rather laid back about all those things; Osamu on the other hand loved to tease & prod people, especially those who gave a good reaction to his antics.ー★･:･:*

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Ango's steps were quiet and lonely as he approached a very familiar cemetery. Was it stupid for him to be here? He wasn't entirely sure. The flowers he held in his arms sure made him feel that way. But he saw them as he walked here. He took one look at them and they reminded him of... well, of Odasaku. The paper wrapped around the flowers crinkled as Ango tightened his grip on them.

He had missed this date last year. Not because he wanted to, but because his work had kept him, even the days following the solemn anniversary. But still, he hated himself for it. There were a lot of things Ango regretted when it came to his late friend. The way he had told Odasaku about who he really was. The way it ended at the bar. His inability to explain his actual situation to him. The fact that he didn't get to say goodbye... But this was his way of making up for it. Visiting on the day he could never forget. Hoping. Wishing. That maybe, just maybe, he could be forgiven by his friend from beyond the grave.

A sigh left the man as he made his way down the path along side the graves. He had memorized where the headstone was. As he approached he heard a voice. An oddly familiar one. He wasn't disturbing someone else who was here, was he? He looked up from the path and spotted the familiar form of Osamu Dazai, settling himself down behind the tombstone. Was he... talking to Odasaku? Ango couldn't blame him. He did the same thing when he visited. He sucked in a breath as he listened. Should he go? Come back later when he'd be alone? No, he couldn't possible do that. But would Dazai be okay with him joining him in mourning?

Ango closed the rest of the distance between him and the front of Odasaku's grave. Now that he was here, reading his friend's name carved into the stone, he almost choked. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Odasaku never minded your company, you know that. He would have let you know if he did mind," He said. Carefully, he set the flowers at the tombstone before making his way to the side of the grave to face his old friend. "You'll never truly forget him... at leat, that is what I've been told." Ango offered the brunette a small, sad, smile.

"It's been a while, Dazai. Mind if I join you?"

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ↪ as plotted ahead.

ㅤㅤㅤ *.·:·.★ーIt had been yet another anniversary. Silly, how he'd still remember, after all this time. Dazai didn't consider himself the sentimental, or emotional type ー time & time again, others had proven to him just how cold he was, analysing everything instead of letting emotions get ahead of him. Yet, here he was ー still remembering that day, still remembering his friend. Still holding on so tightly to something that had been ripped from his grasp, something near & dear to him. The curse of Osamu Dazai.

Wandering by the cemetery, the dark-haired man had his hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his beige overcoat, dread & melancholy washing over him yet again: how many times had he wished to be dead & gone? & how many times had he attempted to do something to himself in order to be free from the shackles of life? Part of him had been sick enough to be jealous of Sakunosuke; jealous of how free he was now. But another part had wished to trade places, really. A man with ambitions had to die for a man without a will to live to breathe. Osamu had yet to learn where he belongs ー even now, when he joined the A.D.A. & when he had been living a life far happier than the one he had at the Port Mafia ー but one couldn't find the raison d'être overnight.

Once he arrived by the very tombstone that bore his friend's name, a hand slipped out from its pocket, gently placed atop the gravestone. "Hey, long time no see, Odasaku." Bandaged palm moving away from the cold touch, before he did what he always would: sit beside the grave & lean his back against the stone, dark curls of hair brushing against the stone material as he tilted his head back, exhaling.

ㅤㅤㅤ "I hope you won't mind company today; I don't have much to tell you, except for how much Kunikida-kun is a pain in the ass at the agency ー but I told you about that last year. Hm, what else would you want to know...?" His voice soft & quiet as if not wanting to disturb his friend, gulping hard. "I haven't really told you how much I miss you; I often think to myself 'what would Odasaku do?' when I don't know a proper answer. But I usually draw a blank; that's strange, no? Will I forget you eventually?" As much as he hated the fact that he was getting overwhelmed at this moment, at least he could safely say that nobody was going to witness that; or so he thought.ー★･:･:*

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@cursedlane​ sent: ★ - drag my muse by the arm ( yōko for her brother ! )

The feeling of a tug on his arm definitely caught the attention of the master detective. He held onto his hat, making sure it didn’t leave his head as he was dragged away. Upon turning his head he is quick to discover that it is Yōko, his little sister, that was pulling him along. This discovery only brought a smile to his face. Ranpo righted his feet so that he was walking side by side with her, matching her stride. He glanced down at the smaller girl, a light chuckle leaving him. 

“Whoa there, Yōko-chan! You’re gonna pull my arm off if you keep pulling like that!” he warned, though it was only to tease. As they walked he carefully adjusted how she was holding him so that they were holding hands. There! Now it was much easier for them to walk comfortably. He gave her hand a slight squeeze before continuing. “So- where are we going? Is there a new case for the best detectives in the Agency~? Oh! Or are we going to get snacks?! Please please say we’ll get snacks, even if we are on a case!” 

Though, it didn’t actually matter where Yōko was taking him, Ranpo was just happy to come along. He’d go anywhere that she asked him to. They had been apart for too long, and any excuse he could get to spend time with her he would take. It wouldn’t make up for lost time. Nothing could. But making new memories that he could now treasure forever is what mattered most.  

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@cursedlane​ sent: " hey jun'i, why does yōko call you babygirl ? " - from kiyo

“eh-”

When had his ability heard that? Did someone tell Kiyo to say that? Surely not, it wasn’t usually him that was the target of such teasing. Especially from her. Or so he thought. Still, a very obvious blush rose up to his cheeks. 

“w-what are you talking about? I think you’ve just been hearing things around the office. You know how Mr. Dazai likes to tease Mr. Kunikida-”

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“ah-” Ango had been completely caught off-guard by her response to his words. He hadn’t expected her to take him seriously at all. In truth, he had been working up the courage to ask her for months, and tonight he thought he’d practice by making a joke or two. He slowly turned to face her, his cheeks red and his glasses falling down his nose slightly. He had gotten too flustered to fix them. “It is, but when has anything with us been as formal as we had wanted?” Ango laughed nervously as she turned around in her seat. He swallowed thickly as he watched her glance at the entrance before turning back to look at him. Had it always been this warm in the bar? He was starting to sweat. A lot. He glanced at his hands as they sat on his thighs and then back to her. Why was he so nervous? He had wanted this, but at the same time this is not how he envisioned proposing to the love of his life. 

“To be completely honest, love, I didn’t mean to ask you like this,” He admitted. If it were his way, he would have taken her somewhere much nicer. Not that the Lupin Bar wasn’t nice, it’s just not where he wanted to propose. But since the cat was out of the bag, he might as well go along with it. With a sigh he brought his bag up into his lap and carefully dug through it to present a small velvet box. He turned to face her completely, nothing between them. “Your words mean more to me than I could ever express, Murasaki. Leave it to me to mess up one of the most important things I’ll ever do. Even if I technically already asked, I want to ask you properly.” He opened the small box to reveal the ring that was carefully placed inside. 

“Murasaki Shikibu, will you make me the happiest, and luckiest, man and be my wife?”

@kyaneoos​ sent: "Any guy can be a babygirl, but it takes a man to be a wife. And I… want to be that man.“ {Ango for Murasaki}

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the statement kind of caught her off of guard, but she couldn’t help laugh lightly at what he had said. the executive shook her head, but murasaki was smiling all the while. “ that’s a very informal way to propose, don’t you think, ango ? ” the blonde was, of course, teasing him. it was just in her natural and it was hard not to be comfortable around him. she turned in her stool at the bar with her drink in hand. she leaned back against the bar, eyes briefly looking to the staircase. the other two were late, but that gave her time to address what he said.

“ well, my assumption is you’re being serious . so naturally the answer is yes, but i will be the wife, darling . you do enough as it is, you’ve definitely earned the title of hardworking husband . so yes, i will marry you, ango sakaguchi, if that’s what you’re asking . ”

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“You can’t silence me! I’m not a bottom! Your entire debate is invalid!”

@kyaneoos​ replied to your post: Satoru vc; I never, such disrespect! I’d like to object enthusiastically!

“silence, bottom.”

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Send my muse some bad pick-up lines!

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Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

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musedysfunctixn​: 

Why did he have to be so hard to ignore? That was her question to herself not that even she could really answer that, she did choose to willingly be in a relationship with him. Still, he made things unintentionally difficult for her which was a bother. A roll of her eyes ensued the grin he gave, fiery orange hues flickering back down to the school work laid out in front of her, she needed to study for this history test. Not that the material was too hard, but she wanted to be well prepared and she couldn’t do that if he was being a worthy distraction. After a moment, she spared him a rather sharp look, he really had no clue, did he? Not that she could really blame him, but still. A huff rolled off her lips, though she seemed to cave some when she laid her head against his shoulder, eyes closing just very briefly.

“There is a point to it, if you don’t study, then you don’t get good grades and if you don’t get good grades then you don’t graduate… We can go run around outside, only if you agree to study at least a little bit once we’re done. I’ll even help you just as long as you do it.” She informed him and lifted a hand to card her fingers through his hair gently in the meantime. That being said, they would both end up getting what they wanted so it was fair.

Of course Inosuke immeditly groaned when he heard her say that there was a point to doing this school work. He never really understood what everyone meant by that when we was told, so he just acted like he did know. He wasn’t a very good actor though. He did perk up when she said that they could. He wasn’t even listening to the rest of what he said. He just jumped up out of his hair excited ”Okay! Okay! Anything you want! Lets just go!!” He grabbed Yūna’s hand and pulled her out of her chair as “carefully” as he could.  Inosuke was too excited to care about the conditions for their little break. He pulled Yūna along with him as he rushed out of the building. He didn’t even bother to stop to let Yūna get her outside shoes. He just wanted to get outside was quickly as possible. Once they reached the courtyard Inosuke let go of her hand and ran into the grass, just wanting to get some of his energy out. He ran a few laps around the place beore he stopped and flopped down onto the grass, smiling. He was a very happy boy now that he wasn’t cooped up inside anymore. He looked over and smiled at Yūna brightly. “Come on! You said we could both run around so you need to do it too!!” He said with a smirk. 

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Nothing to see here! Just your friendly neighborhood tag dump! (3/3)