#bg3 age regression

[theconstellationprincess]

Can u do 🩸 and ✨️ for the bg3 asks?

🩸 Astarion and ✨️ Gale!

For Astarion:

Flip to me! Definitely regresses as a result of trauma, but also enjoys taking care of people, or at least those he's close too

I can see him as a quieter little, tries to make himself as physically small as possible but very clingy!

Separation anxiety and scared of the dark

When in CG mode he's very patient, will take a game/joke and run with it

anything to make his little laugh!

For Gale:

He's very much a little to me, but I can see him as taking on a CG role, it's just not part of his coping

Very private about his regression, doesn't want to be a burden, or as he views, even more of a burden

Loves cuddling when small, with stuffed animals, with his CG, but definitely with Tara

Tara acts as his CG sometimes, she will make sure he is safe and happy

Has lot's of stuffed animals, when travelling with the party he tries to find one that is representative of all the party members (bear, bat, etc)

Thanks for the ask!

[justa-lil-guy]

omgomg...ur recent art made me think of little star falling asleep in halsin's lap while his little fangs are still in his wrist... tiny vamp baby always falling asleep mid-feed ♥️♥️

"Oak Father preserve me. I never thought I'd meet a vampire I could call cute."

[inkala]

000: i’ve just realised we’ve reached 100 kudos on Astarion is soft for Tav!!! thank you all <3

i’m glad you’re enjoying the serieessss

[regressionworldz]

Been playing BG3 lately and Little Astarion & Papa bear Halsin has been on my MIND like a brain worm. I just had to get this out of my system

[thelittlestgrove]

🌹 Padded Regressor Astarion Headcanonns 🍷

requested by: anon!

⚠ TW: mentions of abuse, discussions of mental health, descriptions of panic attacks, mentions of abuse, etc

CW: CG or Big Sib!Tav, unclarified but Tav takes care of Astarion, & this post is riddled with self-indulgent hcs lol ⚠

🩸 General Headcanons 🌡️

it was really, really hard for him to set aside his ego for this one. What kind of high-class citizen would he be, wearing a diaper?! what kind of elf, would he be, for heaven's sakes?

he can face certain doom at the hands of a mindflayer's tadpole, he can take Cazador's centuries of abuse, but one little (admittedly well-timed) insult sends him over the edge and suddenly he needs to wear something for children so they don't have ‘accidents’?? preposterous.

but, he had to admit, it got... easier, when he came out. Or, when he was found out, is a better word for it. Tav found him first, obviously- with all the love I'm the world, they have no little to no regard for privacy at the end of the day.

naturally then, it had to be Tav who burst into his room while he was in the middle of getting ready for his relaxation time. Pulling his stuffies out of his traveller's chest, nappy set aside on his bedroll, paci already settled between his two fangs..

and of course, he froze when he was spotted. How does one easily cover up all that to a dear companion? easily, of course, easily! He could manage this, couldn't he? The great and charming Astarion?

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he broke down pretty quickly. Tav had just opened their mouth to ask some kind of question and he started sobbing instantly, hugging his stuffie close to his chest, crying and nearly pleading with them not to say a word about this to their other companions.

Tav wouldn't say a thing, just sitting down next to Astarion, wrapping their arm around his shoulder and hugging him close, soothing them and telling him it was okay- he weren't alone in this, they knew other people that needed to be kids for a while too.

🦇 Behavior Headcanons 🥀

after the initial encounter with Tav finding out and comforting Astarion about his regression, they became a semi-regular invitee. At some point in time, I'd like to imagine after encountering the monster hunter or near the shadow-cursed lands, its regular for Tav to gently knock on the outside of Astarion's door, get the green light to enter, and the two spend their long rest relaxing. Astarion regressed & Tav as their pseudo CG :)

Astarion's a nitpicky little one, eventually. He starts off soft and hesitant but easily upset or riled up, crying quickly and often. When he gets more relaxed with his cg, then he'll become more of a brat (with love).

he almost always wears at least some kind of happy, diaper, etc when he regresses- it's very close to a must with him. He can get fussy without one, even if he doesn't have accidents all too often, if ever.

... big ole crybaby

🍝 Gear (Padded-Specific) Headcanons ⚰️

he likes to get customized nappies where he can. Of course it's hard from civilization, but I imagine it cannot possibly be too hard to magic them up every now and again, or even clone pre-existing diapes if need-be.

it's a huge comfort for him to receive diapes too. Makes him feel seen, understood & comforted :) could induce slipping too if he's had a bad day, poor guy :,)

not padded related, but he loves his bottles. Reminds him of a time before he was a vampire spawn. Magically make the blood in the bottle look like milk, or taste like it even, and he will be the happiest baby boy alive!

my requests are always open!

p.s., sorry to anon! I wanted this to be more positive to start, but I got hit with a snippet of inspiration and couldn't let it go. I hope the rest of the post is more positive to make up for it! thank you for your request :)

If it’s not too weird do you think you could do some padded regressor astarion hcs please? How they comfort him, the process of adjusting and putting aside his ego, all that… there’s not enough padded regressor positivity out there and it makes me feel a little self conscious about finding them as comforting as I do. It’s ok if you aren’t comfortable with this request though! Have a good day either way 🥰

thank you for the request, and for being so specific!! I definitely can, & you have a good day too :)

my requests are always open!

[kareluna8]

Were you curious to know what Gale's little face looked like when Elminister recruited him? What was he like as a teenager or what will he be like after a long life together in Waterdeep?

Thank you @senualothbrok for encouraging me to post it.

[plutos-little-space]

Cg!Astarion agere moodboard꧂ he is very dada to me >:[

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[renaissancereg]

Wyll moodboard ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

I made this board for my boyfriend @sleepysmore !! He loves Wyll and I love making moodboards ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡ he associates him with foxes so I found some medieval ones!!

[pondhound]

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[dollywhirl]

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sfw bg3 caregiver moodboards + headcanons :)

as promised here! as the title says, this contains headcanons & moodboards, along with little nicknames they would call you! i only did 8 characters, but if you’d like to request a BG3 character, send one in my inbox! :D

enjoy!

this post contains: lae’zel, shadowheart, astarion, gale, wyll, karlach, halsin & minthara. it is completely genderless and isn’t for a specific age demographic.

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Lae’zel

Little one. Zhak vo'n'fynh duj—Source of my joy. Fearless. Fauntkin. Kit.

surprisingly gentle with you, in her own way, as if you were truly her kin

very protective when you’re in a little headspace

tries to not show it, but she absolutely loves whenever you call her familial nicknames.

she lets you practice sword fighting with her, although, a majority of the time she lets you win out of endearment, and never lets you use her actual sword. only sticks from the camp — you are a true warrior, fauntkin.

recites myths and tales from her own childhood to you, giving you insights of her own upbringing

helps you feel more tougher and confident when you're regressed

lots of forehead presses before she lets herself be vulnerable and hold you

tries not to be snappy towards you, remembering the vulnerability you feel

puts matching war paint on your face

Shadowheart

Dearest. My flower. My light. Lovely.

always soft spoken with you, any mistakes you make, will always be dealt with a knowing smile and a gentle tone

in scary areas, she likes to keep you close, in arm’s reach

joins you picking flowers, letting you put one behind her ear, as she does the same for you — there you go, lovely. pretty.

she likes brushing your hair for you before bed, along with letting you do the same to hers. she makes sure to be careful and use water if your hair texture needs moisture

she lets you help her make her hair white, a comfort to both of you

given her trauma and her own mother figure being a cruel Goddess, she would feel as if it were her purpose to be a gentle mother figure for you, making sure her misery would not continue through you

when you get a graze or a cut, she uses her healing and blessing powers to save you from tears

loves watching you play with scratch and joins in from time to time

Astarion

Darling. Sweet one. My love. Rose.

cares for you more than he’d like to admit

teases you for every little thing, just to make you giggle

very snobby and only lets you try the best food and the best toys, books etc

likes to stargaze with you to lull you to sleep

only picks the finest of roses for you, making sure to snip off all the thorns

was so afraid that you would get scared of him when it was revealed he was a vampire, but had a sappy cuddle with you when you made it clear you weren’t

isn’t too keen on you seeing him with blood on his skin, even if it’s a small dribble—just juice, darling, don’t fret.

however, if you don't wanna be left out on his vamp antics, he'll pour you a glass of cranberry juice so you can feel involved

when you two are playful, he'll chase you around the camp, saying he'll eat you when he catches up, but really, he's just tiring you out for bed

personally, i think you being in a little headspace would make him feel safe and he would even regress a bit sometimes with you, hesitantly. that shared innocence is so gentle and safe, i think he’d finally feel like a weight was off his shoulders

he had feared the sinking feeling he would experience by being back in the streets of baldur’s gate, but seeing you squeal and get excited over different things in shop windows, made all his anxieties and paranoia go away

Gale

Sweet thing. Kiddo. Pet. Lovebug. Starlight.

likes to think of himself as a cool uncle, but isn’t opposed when you use nicknames that are a different familial role

conjures up your favourite animal or insect with his magic to cheer you up when you’re upset

also uses his magic when he reads you bedtime stories, projecting the images of the scenes in purple mist, making things more fun and whimsical for you, which ultimately helps you get more comfy

lets you style his hair, even with hair-clips and bows

after you style his hair, he refuses to change it until it’s bedtime. he will be walking around the goblin camp with pigtails, sometimes just to see you giggle — hey. what’s so funny? do i happen to have something on my face? what? what is it, lovebug?

wouldn’t want to alarm you when he needed a magical item, but your head laying on his chest while you nap makes it all better

likes watching you babble with tara, how she sits on your lap, allowing you to pet her fur and feathers

when its time for bed, he’s just as clingy as you are! maybe even more clingy!! he likes making sure you’re all cozy in bed, holding your favourite plushie before he snuggles with you, lulling both of you to sleep

Wyll

Little one. Angel. My love. Lamb. Cherub.

like lae’zel, he’d be quite protective when you’re in littlespace

patient and understanding, will never rush you or be stern

quite affectionate, hugs, headpats & kisses on your forehead and the back of your hand. he's a gentleman!

tells you all the stories of his battles and triumphs, jestingly getting bashful when you muse about how brave or heroic he is—it was all worth it to end up by your side, my love.

similar to astarion, he was quite fearful you would be scared of him after he was changed into a devil, but held you so close when you expressed that you cared for him all the same

lets you dance with him when he does, it’s always good to have a partner

he lets you wrap daisy chains around his horns

tuts if you ever slip up with swear words, but he smiles warmly nonetheless

fencing practice! but like lae'zel, you only use sticks to stay safe

has a bedtime for you, musing soft words as you whine about wanting to stay up with him, and of course, you give up and fall asleep as you’re cradled by him

Karlach

Soldier. Sunshine. Kiddo. Rascal. Champ.

likes to carry you on her shoulders, no matter your big age. you’re still small to her, no matter what

she trusts you with clive

she lets you nap in her tent, holding you close as you hold clive between the two of you

big bear hugs that lift you off the ground

absolutely loves making sandwiches for you, cutting them in different shapes. from hearts to dinos, always making sure to cut off the crusts (unless you like them, of course, they can be a lil snack on the side!)

you two have a nightly routine before bed of running from the set-up fire in camp, all around everyone’s tents, back to the fire again. whoever loses is a smelly toad. of course you always cheat and get a head start, of course she lets it happen. — okay. y’ready? three… two—wait! soldier, cheating again?! aghh.. you know you’re faster than me!

like astarion, she lets herself regress a bit around you. it’s those moments that somehow cool down her burning heart

gets just as excited and hyper as you, if anything, she makes you even more hyper

if you want a snack heated up, she’ll immediately just hold it in her hands until it’s warm enough, not too hot

you want warm milk? no prob! she’ll just hold your glass until it’s the temperature you want

Halsin

Little one. Sweet child. Dove. Flower. Cub.

he’s already naturally like a caregiver so you’re in good hands!

very affectionate, lots of gentle hugs and forehead kisses

collects safe berries from the forest and prepares them for you as snacks

transforms into whatever animal you would like for nap-time snuggles. from a small cat to sprawl in your arms to a large grizzly bear for you to have as a huge teddy bear

he encourages the familial nicknames you give him, feeling a sense of purpose when you call him dada/papa/baba

he loves carving wooden animals for you, mainly your favourite animal/s. ducks too, of course

he, like karlach, also likes carrying you on his shoulders, but also in his arms too. but you’d always be small in comparison to him anyway

speaking of which, whenever he sees you after a day or even a few hours, he immediately picks you up in his arms, spinning the both of you around—oh, dove, how i missed you.

keeps all the pretty rocks you excitedly gift him

when you wake up from a nap in the grass, theres always colourful flowers all around you, ones that he conjured, just for you!

Minthara

Little one. Child. Alvassun—Moon. My web.

grumpy, but secretly smiles at you when you turn your back

very protective of you, will make sure nobody even gives you a side glance

a strict caregiver, yet cackles at bad behaviour you exhibit. it’d be a lie to say she does not encourage it

muses about her kin and their wars, a fond smile rising on her face as she sees the curious and mischievous sparkle in your eyes

oh, she also sword fights with you, but lets you try out one of her lighter swords. she trusts herself to not let anything bad happen. besides, the thought of using sticks makes both of you laugh. maniacally.

if a spider gets inside, she will coo comfort to you as she brings it outside / if you have a liking for spiders, she lets you hold it, speaking on it’s species and what they mean to her people

in moments of gentle vulnerability, she lets you thread your fingers through her white locks—not too rough now, alvassun

gets you all the sour sweets you like

usually collects some plants/flowers from the underdark just to gift them to you

thank you so much for reading, and i hope this gave you some comfort, or even helps you regress!! again, if you'd like another character, send em in my inbox!!

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[alittleplaytime]

Gale Dekarios Stimboard!!

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[theconstellationprincess]

A little something for my favourite wizard from Waterdeep

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There was little time for coping mechanisms when on the road. Compartmentalize and move on, there was preparation to be had and walking to do, don’t spend time dwelling and actually process things, that’s far too time-consuming. Of course, Gale’s brain had chosen a wonderful coping mechanism that was wholly and entirely involuntary, on top of often being quite inconvenient. Becoming mentally smaller was when stress was embarrassing at least, and deadly at worst. He didn’t physically regress everytime his brain decided it could no longer handle thinking like Gale of Waterdeep, and instead reformed to Gale Dekarios thank Gods, but it happened on occasion, which was even worse.

Since starting their travels as a group of companions, Gale had managed to quite successfully shove down his regression to the point that no one else knew. Sure there had been a couple of moments where he had stumbled over a few words, giggled over simple magic, but nothing that couldn’t be chocked up to exhaustion and just being an odd guy. Of course, several secrets have been spilled, and almost everyone, himself included, had promised that, “why of course! No more secrets here!”, only to have another one revealed a day later. 

However, it had been a very awful day. Goblins were horrible creatures, and if he had to see another one of them ever again it would be far too soon. They had been ambushed, and Gale had taken a rather painful slash across his side. They had won, in the end, but everyone was tired and cranky, which included the resident healer Shadowheart. She tended to the others and announced she was drained of magic for the day before Gale had even the opportunity to ask to be healed. He lagged behind on their walk back to camp, not far enough to draw attention, but enough to be alone, and not stress the clotting wound. Once they got back to camp he would have a potion of healing, but for now he would have to deal with the painful stretching, and horrible sensation of sticky, drying blood fusing his shirt to his side.

Tears pricked his eyes as they walked, and he wanted nothing more than to curl up in his pajamas and read. He had recently discovered a book of stories for children in an abandoned house they’d picked over, and had slipped it into his pack before anyone took notice. He hadn’t had the chance to read it yet, and tonight would be perfect.

“Do keep up darling,” He heard Astarion call back to him. Gale took a fortifying breath and forced a smile on his face.

“Yes, of course! On my way.”

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“Shit,” Gale hissed as he carefully peeled his shirt from his skin. He muffled a whimper as he painfully tugged at the scab. He could feel fresh blood begin to gush from the wound, but he had a health potion on hand. He just needed to keep his shirt away from it, lest he completely fuse his clothing to his person. He was muffling sobs instead of whimpers by the time they were finally separate, and quickly chugged the potion of healing. The familiar warmth of the healing magic spread across the wound until it was stitched shut. Gale forced back a gag, healing potions had never sat well with him, and instead focused on the relief of the wound having shut. Now that the danger had passed, the events of the day came crashing down on him, and Gale found himself overwhelmed, and small. Tears continued to fall lazily from his eyes as he squirmed out of his robes, and stumbled towards the chest he had containing the small bit of supplies he had when, well, small. He quickly snatched the soft onesie that rested on the top of the pile and tugged it on. Once he was comfortable, he reached into the chest once again. He pulled out the book he had found recently, and after a few moments of hesitation pulled out a pacifier and stuffed Tressym as well. He wanted Tara, but the plush would have to do. He slipped the pacifier, a deep purple, into his mouth and curled up on his bedroll. He wasn’t sure what age he currently was, he wasn’t fully regressed, but he certainly wasn't an adult.

Of course, because he could never have a moment of peace, just after he had gotten settled and opened the book, a few quick knocks sounded outside of his tent. “Gale, may I come in?” Astarion requested cheerfully. He was likely there for a new book, but Gale wasn’t focussed on that so much as the anxiety he felt knowing that Astarion could open his tent at any moment and view Gale at his most vulnerable. Gale shut his eyes and focussed on channeling the weave, casting a simple glamor that would make him appear to be in his normal clothing and hesitantly (sadly) pulled out his pacifier and stuffed it back in the chest. 

“Yes, come in!” Gale called once he had assured his glamor was in place. The tent flap opened and Astarion stepped in, as put together as always. Sharp eyes looked him over, and Gale prayed to Mystra that his magic would hold true. “After a new book?” Gale asked, biting his tongue to prevent speaking anymore. His voice was off, higher, softer. Astarion would surely notice. He pointed at the one on the center of his desk, “I’d recommend that.” 

“What’s it about?” Oh no, Gale’s weakness, being asked about books he enjoyed. He bit his tongue harshly and smiled cheekily.

“You’ll have to read it and find out.” Gale said, instead of waxing poetic about how wonderful the characters developed in the strange world they found themselves in. There’s a vampire in it, and he was excited for Asterion's scathing review of the character. Astarion was looking at him curiously, like he was a puzzle not quite put together yet. Gale gave him another smile. “Trying to quick me out, darling?” Astarion purred, but Gale caught the undertone. The underlying hurt, masked by a seductive comment. Gale opened his mouth to defend himself, but was interrupted before he could start by Astarion asking, “Who is that?” “What?” Gale asked, following Astarions sight light to- oh, oh no. Pink faced, Gale grabbed the stuffed toy he’d stupidly left within sight and shoved it beneath his pillow. “Nothing- No one!” Gale squeaked, his blush deepening when Astarion simply looked at him with a smirk. “Surely they must be someone, to have been awarded a place in your bedroll.” Astarion teased, but not cruelly. Gale recognised the word’s weren’t harsh or mocking, but instead kind. Gale swallowed, eyes flicking towards the chest where his pacifier sat, perhaps- no. No, a stuffed toy was one thing, a pacifier was another. “Tara,” Gale mumbled softly. “Her name is Tara.” If his voice was softer, breathy, then it was from embarrassment, nothing else.

“Like you're familiar?” Astarion asked, and Gale smiled brightly. He nodded, pulling Tara back out from her place under the pillow.

“This Tara is a Tressym too!” Gale gushed excitedly, “And sometimes her an’ real Tara cuddle!” Gale continued, grinning brightly. Astarion grinned back at him, and Gale realized what he’d just done. Gale tried to reel himself back in, but he could feel his glamor flicker. Astarions eyes caught on it immediately, and he tilted his head. Gale swallowed nervously.

“Do you have a glamor on?” Astarion asked, sounding simply curious. Gale nodded, flushing. “Could you remove it?” Gale inhaled sharply, looking up at Astarion, expecting to see humor or amusement, but he only saw curiosity and concern. Concern? Whatever for? Gale pushed that thought away and instead focussed on dropping the glamor. He shivered as it tumbled away, magic less refined and controlled due to lacking his normal mental fortitude. He felt embarrassed, with Astarion in casual, but still fancy, dress whereas Gale was in a purple onesie, complete with a hood with eyes, tail, and wings, because of course it was a Tressym as well. He expected laughter, or a summon to their other members to witness his humiliation, but instead he got a hand pulling the hood over his head.

“Adorable.” Astarion cooed softly, and Gale blushed yet again. He squirmed in his seat a bit, unsure of what to do with all the kindness, with the attention. His gaze flicked towards the chest again, temptation overtaking his mind. “What’s in the box, darling? You keep looking at it like it’s a particularly tasty magical artifact.” Gale giggled at the joke, high pitched and breathy.

“Paci,” Gale explained, “‘n some stories. But I already gotta story book.” Gale continued, gently slapping the cover of the aforementioned book. “Wan’ paci,” Gale mumbled, pouting. He looked up at Astarion with puppy eyes, hopeful. Astarion was looking right back at him, squinting slightly. Gale tensed, had he done something wrong? “How old are you right now?” Astarion asked. Gale squirmed again, ignoring the question in favor of just grabbing the pacifier for himself, though he didn’t put it in yet. He fiddled with it, contemplating the question. He slipped the pacifier into his mouth, finding instant comfort in its presence. 

“Small,” Gale replied after a few more moments. The word was slightly slurred around the pacifier, but Gale didn’t care much. He was past the point of embarrassment, he was too small for that. “Read?” Gale asked when Astarion made no further comments, picking up the book and holding it out towards the pale elf. 

Astarion took the book, flipping it open to the first story. Gale gave a quiet cheer of excitement and settled into his bed roll, cuddling Tara as he laid down. His pacifier bobbed in his mouth as he listened to Astarion’s smooth voice tell the tale of ducklings who get separated from their mother, only to return all together at the end. The next story was about a puppy, and Gale wasn’t sure how that one ended because he fell asleep during it. He swore he felt a forehead kiss before hearing Astarion leave, but he could have dreamt it.

[justa-lil-guy]

"There, there Astarion. It is only natural to need some comfort after a nightmare."

[inkala]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Astarion/The Dark Urge (Baldur's Gate), Astarion & The Dark Urge (Baldur's Gate), Astarion/Tav (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Astarion (Baldur's Gate), The Dark Urge (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Age Regression Little Durge (Baldur's Gate), Age Regression Caregiver Astarion (Baldur's Gate), cw for alcohol dependence, Drinking, Guilt, heavy themes of guilt mb, the prompt was originally much happier but this was a good intro for my durge, The Dark Urge Resists the Urge (Baldur's Gate), Spoilers for Quest: The Urge | The Dark Urge Storyline (Baldur's Gate), The Dark Urge Needs a Hug (Baldur's Gate), The Dark Urge and Tav are Separate Characters (Baldur's Gate), Named Dark Urge (Baldur's Gate), Ran's a grumpy boi but he comes around Series: Part 18 of 'Red' and Other Tales’

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Introducing.... Ranvier :) This is his debut as an age regressor. cw for alcohol dependence and canon-typical swearing. Please check tags etc. for spoilers :)

Fantasy Agere Prompt 25: A gets a little too tipsy after a camp celebration. B carefully extracts them from the party and gently sobers them up. /Ranvier gets pissed one evening trying to drown out the urge. Astarion pulls him aside before he can do any more damage.

[tinytinybumblebee]

Mama K and her two cold elve babies

[darlingdespairstims]

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CG! Karlach Stimboard

Remaking an older Stimboard

Note ; shes so mama ☹️☹️

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