#crowley is the original goth

[queer-reader-07]

thinking about the fact that from a human’s perspective crowley is just some skinny middle aged goth dude with dyed red hair and a face tattoo who drives an almost hundred year old car to his complete opposite aesthetic boyfriend’s bookshop nearly every day. why? because he can, that’s why.

[bluemoon-19]

Hello, hello, hello! Sooo I found the first photo on Pinterest (I can’t find the author tho, not here nor on X 😩) and since I’ve got some drawing skills I did it! Shout out to Dollie, whoever and wherever you are because you are a genius.

[dogearedfriends]

Crowley really is the most character ever. he's transmasc. he's transfem. he listens to queen. he doesn't know electrical appliances need electricity. his favourite animal is kids. he loves his car like a person. he yells at his plants. he's the first ever goth. he follows his husband around while he runs errands. he created the universe. he holds himself like an art noveau girl. he's a faggot. he's a dyke. he wants to be a spy so bad. he instigated original sin. he's snarky. he's actually very kind. he's even ginger!

[bakasara]

oh, they are Addams couples. Aziraphale and Crowley, and Ed and Stede, are both a flavor of Addams-type couple. Hear me out--

We tend to associate Stede and Aziraphale, and Ed and Crowley, right?

Aesthetically, you have Stede and Aziraphale both looking like posh Blonde White Man Who's Trouble, while Crowley and Ed both got the Edgy Goth aesthetic going on.

By character traits/narrative role, Aziraphale and Stede are the Covert Bastard who can and will be a bitch; they have both long dealt with living in oppressive systems by way of painful compromises and self-repression, always teetering on the edge of desertion and, sooner or later, called to make a choice to disavow those systems for good.

Crowley and Ed are these brilliant and vibrant minds frustrated by hurt, both betrayed in life by a social system outside their control that cast them down without a choice; they take a Flint-style "this ends when I forgive the system, not the other way around" approach to it in that they openly shun the system back, but the original rejection and its cascading effects still left them traumatized and fragile around the matter.

(Then there's all four of these characters being soooo dramatic and such a Theater-Kid-type person, so they all have that in common.)

However, there is a place where the parallels switch, bringing Stede and Crowley far closer on one side, and Aziraphale and Ed closer on the other. And it has to do with the fact that in both these couples there's a character whose job often tends to be Beach, just Beach Husband, just Husband, opposing the other character who's prone to going into High Maintenance Diva / Mermaid With Melancholy modes.

Aziraphale is quite capable of taking care of himself, but he'll literally fold his arms and play princess in the castle waiting for Crowely to rescue him, because Enrichment. He'll do it in life-or-discorporation situations, like when he's about to get guillotined. He'll do it with minor inconveniences - like with the paintball stain, where it's obscenely obvious he's just waiting to be indulged, wants the satisfaction of seeing that Crowley will treat him. He'll pretend he was reading when Crowley comes back from an argument and make Crowley ring a bell to get his attention. "Pleeease, Crowley, do the bullet catch with me even though you've never used a rifle". "Let me take the Bentley while you look after the bookshop". Et cetera. And Crowley takes to all this like a bee to honey. Follows him around the neighborhood, indulges his every caprice, dreams of Alone Time at the Ritz where they can just treat themselves to brunch and, I guess, where he can watch Aziraphale eat some more, which is his idea of this Absolutely Great Activity that just makes his day.

Ed will lean on the helm and sigh like he's Ariel, yes, but it's more than that. Painting the bride cake topper in kajal to look like him sits at the (narratively fucking ingenious) intersection of "I'm making it me because I'm never there, it's never me" and "I'd really like for once for someone to treat me like I'm precious and worthy of pampering" which reflect feelings we've known about since the beginning of s1, at least since he touched the piece of cashmere in Stede's cabin. He also genuinely swings fast between energized/manic and low energy/feelings of hopelessness, and his brain goes Faster Than Yours, and he gets genius-slash-crazy ideas on the reg. When he needed to call to all of his strength he imagined it as a giant sea creature with huge, all-encompassing arms. Florence Welch Big God Behavior. It's a big personality, and you're either enamored with it or not, you're either happy to follow him around basking in it, or you're not strong enough a suitor to his heart and should abandon pursuit. But luckily Stede's also a crazy maniac whose life goal is riding or dying for that in his Boyfriend Era until he can ride or die for that in his Faithful and Realized Husband Era.

So yeah, there's a lot to the dynamic between these duos - more than this, don't get me wrong! - but I'm VERY appreciative of this facet of them that gets all tongue-in-cheek kinda

[larphis]

Okay, but when are we gonna talk about the implication that Edward Teach literally composed the Glam-Rock song „Here I go again“ by Whitesnake 200 years before it came out in our world? Season 1 break-up singer-songwriter Ed Teach would be so proud that he accidentally created an 80s smash hit centuries after his time. It‘s giving „Laszlo Cravensworth and his Dear Lady Wife Nadja secretly wrote the original perverted versions of traditional folk songs“ or „Crowley was channeling his inner goth so Shakespeare got inspired and stole one of his lines“-vibes and I LOVE it!

[melancholiea-mainblog]

Crowley was the original Goth Girlfriend

[greenpanda-basicfakewitch]

Book Of Shadows Index

I see a ton of Witchtoks/people who only give a basic summary of what to research along with a ton of books and I'm more of a bullet point girl. So... Here we go.

A book of shadows was coined by Alaisar Crowley, alongside garnder who was the founder of Wica, then changed to Wicca later on [I will go in depth in history with links/sources and more detail on another post]

So here's the index for a book of shadows, full of all things you the individual want to learn include in your practice and like Pirates of the Caribean, take it more as guidlines and you're free to decide what you like/don't like.

So Include a Book Of shadows Blessing in the begging of your book [or digital document] And a BOS is like a diary, only you can see it or your coven.

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Beginner Studies; Introduction to Witchcraft. I.e: What is Paganism, Wicca, Witchcraft? What is the difference? Wicca History: Origins in your country of origin. Salem, etc. Covens and Hierchies and Solitary witches. Basic rundown, you have your first, second, third degree. Like an employee, a suvervisor and a manager. Managers are in charge of their own store, like a third degree can create their own coven.

Lore: Tree of life, Triple goddess, Horned God, Morgan le fey and other mythical lore and research depending on which one your aligned with. Like Norse, Greek, Celtic, Viking, Roman, or any other types. Wiccan Rede, rules of Wicca power of three times three. Etc.

Symbols: Look up certain symbols, or sigils, runes, thats commonly used in Wicca/Paganism or your preffered craft. Cast a circle: Most begin a spell and cast a protection circle before you begin your spell. Pentacle [Star with circle] Pentragram [No circle] *Include the Spirit, fire, earth, water, air. Evil eye. [usually used as protection AGAINST the evil eye]

Witch Tools: Witch tools you use, or place on your altar. Like an Athame, cualdron, wand, etc Tools of Divination: Pendulum, spirit board, tarot, angel cards, scrying mirror, playing cards, etc Additional tools: Candles. Crystals. Elements Herbs Chakras/Meditation Lucid Dreaming Astral projection Milk baths

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Year Calender/Sabbets Month Calender Day Calender: Like Moday is MOON. Sunday is SUN, Saturday is Saturn etc. Deities Celtic/ Roman/Norse Other gods to research. etc Astrology.

Star Sign, Moon sign, Sun Sign, other planetary signs. Planet Retrograde, Mercury retrograde, mars, venus etc Moon Phases. Like hunters moon, pink moon etc.

Animals as omens [Careful with this one, as it links to other occult/cultures/religions and best not to appropriate and lead to indiginous tribes or others. But not all animals as omens is a sign, usually it links to the Fea as animals are fea and fea are animals and other religions like kitsune, tanaki, are shapeshifters or known as spirits in other cultures]

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Spells Moon Water Witch bag/bottle Broomsticks Seashell collecting [A practice looked down on now for enviormental effects, but I have bottles/jars of shells I've collected when I was six so I've kept them and included them as I have some] Witch Outfits [this is just my personal interest, it ties in with the history a little] Symbolism of the Hat [Like a Candle] Witch Nudity Haute Couture Bohemian/Grunge goth fashion Media/Pop culture:

Books or movies that have had witch consultants or other ties to witchcraft/wicca etc. Such as practical magic, the Craft and maybe even Neil Gaimans works such as the ocean at the end of the lane. Coraline that had mentions of a dowsing rod, and rock with a hole in the center to find lost things. Music:

Listening to music can also set da mood, so I will compile playlists and songs that made me feel witchy. Anything else to include feel free to ask or reblog :D

*ALSO IMPORTANT! CLOSED/OPEN Practice! Wicca as it is is open, you can buy a wicca book/watch withtok who have you whatever whatever! But a closed practice? Thats a religion or something you CANNOT access too UNLESS you are invited in, or iniated into that group! Indeginous tribes/jewish traditions/hoodoo/voodoo/ etc. A closed practice is a closed door. You cant access that by yourself. Which is why White sage cant be used, theres many alternatives and other incenses/sages to burn. Not the one thats sacred/endangered and used speicifially in indeginous tribes. They've already had enough taken away from them what do witches need white sage for in this current enviromental crisis? so yeah...

Additional last note: I will also include passages alongside the books I have by cunningham and others with the book as well as the passage and page/chapter and try to include web links in any future post I make.

Bear in my mind and I will TRY to be as accurate as I can, but I will make mistakes and end up posting some things thats misinformed even when I post links. But I will try my best to fix any mistakes if I can.

Blessed be.

[destieltaggedfic]

Demon Dean - Part 4

February already? What the hell?

A Demon By Any Other Name - Trenchcoat_Impala   Ao3

Set S5ish AU.  In order to stop a demon blood juiced up Sam from taking over hell, Dean took on the MoC and ultimately became a demon.  Its up to Cas to try and convince him to kill Sam like he originally planned.

Word Count: 6k                                 Non-Graphic Sex

keep you – malfoymoment   Ao3

Set S10.  Cas has finally tracked down Dean to take him back to the bunker for the demon cure.  But when he notices Dean’s soul reaching out to him when they are close, the angel may have found an easier way to get his boyfriend back to being human.

Word Count: 6k                                 Graphic Sexual Acts

The Tower - Goth-Bias (GothBias)   Ao3

Set S10.  During the demon cure, Dean said some things to Cas.  Things that have left Dean avoiding him and Cas feeling insecure about his wings and his vessel.

Word Count: 7k                                 No Sex

we’re the lifers here til the bitter end (condemned from the start) – thebatmandiaries   Ao3

Set S1 AU.  After being left alone when Sam went to Stanford, Dean died and went to hell where he became a demon.  Back on earth he gets Sam to help him look for John, although he’s actually trying to manipulate Sam into helping release Lucifer.  He has the assistance of two rebellious angels in Gabe and Cas.

Word Count: 50k                              No Sex

o night divine – allourheroes   Ao3

Set S10.  Content to die when the last of his stolen grace burns out, Cas goes to the bunker so he can at least be in a place associated with Dean, only to find him there as a demon and with a lot less inhibitions than as a human.  Now with a new hope since Dean isn’t dead, Cas, Sam and Crowley plan to turn Dean back to human.

Word Count: 12k                              Graphic Sexual Acts 

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Blah blah the muse is upon me yada yada yada, let’s talk dumb fact for this spinoff au!

Aziraphale Fell:

-He’s either in his late thirties or early forties

-He is agender

-Used to live in London, Soho specifically, until a fire destroyed much of his home/bookshop

-While he was able to save his most prized books (in a fireproof case), he lost a lot of his collection and it actually had done a lot of mental and emotional damage to him. He lost his home and something that brought him joy, so he’s been in a fog for a few months now

-Gabriel, his cousin, offered him room and board at the national park he helps manage because you might as well help your family, right? Well, maybe he just did it because some of their family in the states pestered him into doing it since Aziraphale had no one in the UK to help him, familywise

-He is the accountant for the park, but is also an office gopher and sometimes works in the archives

-Crowley is the best thing to happen to him in ages and the little gifts Crowley brings every day are helping his mood

-He has a collection of plants in his office and his apartment now thanks to Crowley

-He also has a hat box filled with trinkets and shiny objects Crowley has left for him. Also, like, a shit ton of buttons

-Was a bit conflicted about dating a demon, as he grew up with a very religious family, but quickly decided that this wasn’t a problem. He loves his demon, and his demon loves him

-Hates being outside, but puts up with it for Crowley’s sake 

-Never wears his uniform, Crowley has stolen all of his uniform pieces, including the pants that clearly do not fit them

-He had burn scars he keeps covered

-Has made friends with some cryptids, not sure how he really feels about that, but he’s accepted it

Anthony J Crowley:

-The Serpent of Eden

-Has been alone pretty much their entire time up on Earth

-Actually knew Aziraphale’s ancestor, the original AZ Fell. Stole a book from the shop and still has it (it was a book on plants, started their interest in taking care of them) 

-Fell in love with Aziraphale very quickly, would kill for him, but won’t do it because Aziraphale would be upset about that 

-Has stolen a lot of things because it’s demonic and isn’t hard work, they are very lazy 

-Ran away from their job, has been hiding in the park for two centuries

-Has a flat in Mayfair, goes there when not wandering the woods or being around Aziraphale (haven’t decided if they have a tiny cottage that leads to it or a spiral staircase in the forest that gives them access to it) 

-Constantly changing their hair, says they just wear a lot of wigs

-Sense of fashion is goth, has turned into goth-grunge thanks to stealing clothes from Aziraphale (basically his work clothes, but still)

-Likes to make things, likes to cause trouble, likes to hide animals in their clothes and releases them into buildings for shits and giggles

-Is friends with almost all the cryptids in the park, has beef with the gnomes 

-Likes to be a giant snake-bird around Aziraphale

-Gets very, very easily overwhelmed and flustered when complimented and praised

-Steals books to give to Aziraphale after finding out about the bookshop, returns the original book they stole from the shop centuries ago 

-Likes being outside and wandering around the woods

-Can change into a snake or make their demon mark into an actual snake. Can turn into a freaky, reptilian bird (basically, they can turn into a tiny, crow/raptor hybrid)

-Has swallowed a whole egg in front of Aziraphale once, it was... awkward

-In their human form, they smell a bit like different flowers, depending on the day (because they think it’s a smell humans will like and it covers a demon smell), but their demonic form smells like a campfire (with just a hint of sulfur) 

[wileyserpentsrus]

Thinking on the whole 'crowley was the og goth' thing. The original bat cave, probably the most famous goth club to exist, was in Soho. If you Google map it to the street that Berwick Street was inspired by it's like a 5 minute walk away. I can imagine Aziraphale bumping into Crowley in full trad goth style on their way there.

[radialarch]

"I think they’re black because Crowley likes having black wings.“

--

A week after the Apocalypse failed to occur, Crowley received a delivery at his flat. It was the first time this had happened since, well, the invention of the delivery service.

(Crowley had not invented deliveries, though he occasionally took credit for the phenomenon of services claiming things had been delivered when they had not, the practice of leaving packages on unguarded stoops to tempt the sharp-eyed passersby, and of course the inevitable mix-up of packages that happened at intervals just irregular enough to leave all parties involved in a simmering and resentful state of suspicion.)

When Crowley stomped over to the door, he was greeted by a large basket on disproportionately skinny legs. “Delivery for a Mr. Crowley,” the basket said, before a tousled head peeked over the top. “Sorry, sorry, sir, could you please take--”

“I didn’t order anything,” Crowley said, watching the basket teeter, full of promise. It righted itself in a minute, but he had a tickling gleeful premonition that something was bound to fall out of the basket if he waited long enough. The delivery person seemed quite tired; this was possibly because there was no elevator service to this floor, and Crowley had smudged some numbers involved in the construction of the stairs. “Whatever it is, you can take it back.”

“Delivery.” The reply was quite emphatic. “‘s all been paid for, it has. The gentleman was very insistent.”

All of Crowley’s anticipation turned suddenly to dread. “Which gentleman?”

“I dunno, round-faced bloke, from the bookshop?” The messenger appeared to give up on the fight against gravity, and Crowley watched the basket not so much fall as stutter gently to the ground. From underneath the lid, an enormous head of broccoli tumbled out.

“What,” Crowley said, “on earth.”

"Phew,” said the girl, sounding less out of breath than Crowley would have liked, and turned a hopeful smile onto him. “Don’t suppose you’d be good for a bit of a tip?”

--

The next week was a bouquet of carrots, brilliantly orange and still covered in dirt. Then came the apricots, the squash, and assortment of peppers. When the spinach plant arrived, in a large and sturdy pot that didn’t match any other plants in the flat, Crowley decided he’d had enough.

“Aziraphale,” he said, descending wrathfully into the bookshop, “what are you doing?”

“Er,” said Aziraphale, and then, “tea?”

Aziraphale was indeed having tea. There were jam and biscuits arrayed on the table in front of him.

It did not appease Crowley to realize that the tea had been set for two.

“I meant,” he said, “the--” he waved his hand-- “the plants,” except that Crowley rather enjoyed his ferns, and what Aziraphale had been sending him were of a quite different class altogether. “The vegetables!”

(That was the word. While God herself had been responsible for vegetables, Crowley had invented tinning, which was a method for making them less delicious and nutritious at the same time. He got a warm satisfied glow every time he passed a Tesco.)

“Well, I thought,” said Aziraphale, “perhaps you could, I mean, as people do, not that you’re people, eat them.”

This was such a preposterous thought that Crowley could only sputter. Aziraphale tipped two sugars into a cup and passed it over.

“This is no time for tea,” Crowley said, scowling, and then: “Whatever for? I’m a demon.”

“You eat things,” Aziraphale said, sounding hurt. “We have lunch quite often, don’t pretend--”

“Yes,” Crowley said, “obviously, but that’s with you, at a place. I don’t go round cooking or chopping or--” he shuddered-- “sautéing. That’s a human thing. I don’t need vitamins.” 

The tea was very hot, and sweet. Crowley glared when Aziraphale offered him a biscuit, but took it anyway.

“Don’t you?” Aziraphale said delicately. “I thought you might.”

Crowley ran over the last ten seconds of conversation in his head. “Vitamins?”

“Well, when we were--” he coughed, “with the boy Adam, I thought your wings looked a little-- peaky, and, well--”

“There’s nothing wrong with my wings,” Crowley nearly shouted. The appendages in question burst forth without consultation. (This made three suits ruined in a month.) Crowley was quite proud of his wings. He’d worked on them until they shone.

“Well, they’re a little-- I mean, they’re black.”

Damn.

“I’m a demon,” Crowley said, aware that he sounded sulky, and unable to help it. “That’s perfectly normal for a--”

“Is it?” said Aziraphale. “Because, well, I’ve seen Hastur--”

“Well, he’s got no imagination--”

“And Beelzebub, he didn’t--”

“Doesn’t like to corporate, does he, Beelzebub--”

“And I do remember, you know, you weren’t always a demon, and I just thought--”

“I like it, all right?”

Aziraphale blinked. “Oh.”

“It’s perfectly natural,” Crowley snapped. “A bit of an experiment, and, I mean, there’s no guideline on this sort of thing, is there?”

Aziraphale seemed to be flipping through a mental rulebook of some sort. “No, I suppose not,” he said eventually. “I mean, these aren’t real bodies.”

“No,” Crowley said. “But you still get comfortable. You know.”

“Yes,” said Aziraphale, sounding pensive. “I suppose I do.”

“So,” Crowley said, “No more baskets. I have to tip.”

(Tips, of course, Crowley had invented in a fit of annoyance one night at a very crowded bar. It had seemed like a good idea at the time.)

“I wonder,” said Aziraphale, “if I should change--?”

Crowley thought about it. “No,” he said, “better not. I’m rather used to you like this.”

Aziraphale looked relieved. “Oh, good,” he said. “Me too.”

He passed over another biscuit. Crowley considered, tucked his wings back neatly, and took it.

[theory-of-delirium]

Eva and Gray: Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

[theoreticallytrue]

Crowley, just existing:

Street preacher: GOD HATES YOU!!

Crowley:

[gothreigen]

watched good omens. It was about what I expected

[normal-horoscopes]

Probably a question you're asked a lot but what is it about quack occultism devolving into cum wizardry?

Note: Referring to quack occultism as whatever the hell Crowley and his ilk/acolytes were up to.

Ah, the term “quack“ doesn’t really apply to occultism. Crowley wasn’t a quack he was just racist and predatory and generally gauche.

Its less that occultism devolves into cum-wizardry and more that cum-wizardry has always been a part of occultism, regardless of its culture of origin. The act of insemination, the creation of a new life, will always be a deeply magical thing. Oftentimes, the older the magical text the more cum-wizardry it involves.

The modern examples of cum-wizardry practiced by Crowley have their roots in ancient fertility rituals, but their usage has mainly become a mechanism for weird goths to have spooky themed sex. Never been my vibe personally, but I’m not going to judge unless it turns into a fully-fledged sex cult.

Coincidentally, in the last years of his life, Crowley’s drug-addled magical practices devolved into a sex cult.

[imagine-a-dream]

Just The Two Of Us

Crowley x plus size goth female reader

summary: You’re going on the first date with the King of Hell.

warnings: none

requested by: @fat-bottom-demons

A/N: It's a bit short, but I hope you like it :)

You checked yourself in the mirror for the umpteenth time in the past hour. You smoothed the wrinkles on your dress (again) and adjusted the corset (again) so it would bring out your breasts more. You looked over your makeup critically, searching for the faults or smears of your nervous fidgeting, and were relieved to find none. It was perfect. Everything was perfect. You felt perfect.

In all honesty, you have never felt this confident about going on a first date before. Some of the first dates were awful, and sometimes people didn’t understand your set of mind or didn't like the way you looked. Which was… not so assuring and definitely didn’t add to the desire to repeat these kinds of dreadful meetings.

Despite his demonic nature, Crowley was nothing but a gentleman towards you, unlike some of your previous dates. He never said a bad word about your style, or your look, or even the sometimes melancholic thoughts that you shared with him. He adored your ability to find joy in something that others find gruesome. He was charmed that you could find beauty in death. On your second meeting, he told you right away that he was smitten by your beauty and found you the most interesting creature of all. It was no secret that a demon thought of others as plebeians, both human and demon alike, not even mentioning other creatures. But you…

He gladly and eagerly embraced your unique character, both in soul and body. He treated you like you were royalty from the very start, and it only took him a few witty remarks and a couple of charming smiles to melt your heart. He couldn’t help but delight in your curiosity when you learned of his supernatural origin.

You were one of the very few beings who were interested in him, demon and all, and didn’t try to change the way he was. And probably the first one who was curious about the insides of his work and plans for Hell without a second goal.

One night, after a cup or two, he came to the realization that you would look much better sitting on the throne beside him than in the cheap, uncomfortable chair in your pathetic place of work. And that’s how you found yourself being asked out by the king of hell.

You sighed, remembering the huge bouquet of black roses he gave you that day, along with the gorgeous (and insanely expensive looking) necklace with obsidians that now adorned your neck. The tips of your fingers gently touched one of the stones that found rest in the cleavage between your breasts, and a delicate smile formed on your ruby lips.

"You look absolutely ravishing, my Queen."

Crowley’s deep rumble startled you and nearly made you jump, but his hands quickly snaked around your form, locking you in a demon's embrace and calming your rapidly beating heart. He was wearing a deep black suit, matching your own dress, with a red tie to complement the color of your lipstick.

"Hey. You’re not bad looking yourself, your majesty."

He turned you in his arms, so he could look at your face, and now you could see the burning desire behind his eyes more clearly. It sent a delightful shiver down your spine, and you leaned into his body even more. It earned a proud chuckle from him. The sound of his delight made your cheeks warm.

He gave your lips a short peck and you struggled to suppress an unsatisfied whine from the lack of so much wanted contact, but still managed to not let out a sound. You will have time for this, no need to be a brat this early.

With a warning, he teleported you to the location of your date, and you were surprised to find yourself in a huge hall inside of what looked like an ancient castle.

In the middle of a room stood a massive table. You couldn’t place the type of wood, but it was clear that even though the piece of furniture looked great, it was very old. There were plates and two sets of cutlery on the surface of the table, along with a rich selection of dishes and a bottle of your favorite alcohol.

Crowley led you to your seat, pulled out a chair for you like a gentleman, and took his own seat on the opposite end. He poured your drinks and raised a fancy-shaped crystal glass.

"To you, my darling. And to the new beginning."

You smiled and nodded, but couldn’t help but add to his toast.

"To us."

He gave you a charming smirk, clicking your glasses, and his eyes were full of unspoken desire and promises. It sets your body on fire.

"To us."

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