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ivuamxo · 3 months
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off the table
PAIRING: jean/mikasa
RATED: mature
SUMMARY: They didn’t do things in halves.
A/N: y’all i can’t help myself and i wrote again. i’m sorry for not replying to comments b/c i just get so shy. but i read them all & i’m so very appreciative.
i wasn’t sure whether to put this under itching to taste or this fic… but i kind of want to leave itt as its own thing. i’m thinking this fic will just be added lil bits. (M-rated bits??)
Jean towers over their comrades. His eyes still burn into her. And there is absolutely nothing that could have prepared her for him.
She recalls being so confused, why he would look at her with—adoration, that’s what it was. And still, even now, he is doing the same. He’s guarded in his gaze, but she still sees it. There’s nothing quite like it.
She imagined that in the many years that have passed, that maybe it would be different…
But she continues to accidentally make eye contact with him.
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kidotm · 9 months
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Not Quite Casual Beginnings
Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M + Other
Fandoms: Fallout 3 Fallout - Fandom
Relationships: Charon (Fallout)/Female Lone Wanderer
Word count: 881
Palms to shoulder blades. Bare skin on skin. Mine marred, warwarn, ruined.. Hers soft and inviting. I would long for the times when we would have the opportunity, for the times when she would offer. I waited, not always patiently. Never daring to bring it up myself. Not ever. 
It wasn’t every day we touched. Sometimes we would go a week, sometimes more, without as much as a brush. During those times I would crave it near constantly, despite my best efforts to control myself. She didn’t seem to mind either way, and if she did she hid it well. She clearly had other things on her mind, other things occupying her time. Responsibilities, people to deal with.
This frustrated me sometimes. Sometimes it frustrates me all the time. But it wasn’t normal for someone like her to be willing at all, so I kept my mouth shut. I didn't have as many things to occupy my time. I wasn’t used to being permitted such things as ‘free time’ at all. I would guard her room, I would keep an ear out for danger, I would clean my gun, my tools, my armor. There wasn't much else for me to do. She didn't order me to do things when we were here, not ever. When we were in relative safety she would tell me not to hover, as she put it. To stay behind when she went to visit certain people or when she went to bathe. I didn't really consider those orders, though. 
The implications of the contract didn’t elude her. It bothered her, I knew that much. I didn’t usually care. Sometimes I did. Sometimes memories would come. Unpleasant ones. Memories specifically relating to that part of the contract..that part of the contract being abused. Myself being misused, mistreated. But when we were like this, it was the last thing on my mind. 
The sway of her hips, the movements of her fingers. I watched her when I got the chance, and I got the chance often. I wasn’t as subtle as I once was, she caught me looking fairly often. It was something I never would have done before, not before her. I never would have dared, never would have even been interested. Sometimes she would mock me, tease me. Other times she would smile wryly- smally- warmly- but give no other acknowledgment. I was never scorned for it.
It's nearly night, the sunset is orange out the window. I sit on the edge of her bed. There are papers spread out in front of her on the covers, they look to be letters. They lay forgotten beside us. Her lips are soft, willing. Although my skin isn't as sensitive as it used to be, her’s feel like heaven against my own. She touches me back, holds me, caresses my skin like it doesn’t scare her. Cups my chin, strokes my cheek like she cares for me. I’m not sure this is true, I can’t be sure. She runs her hands over my chest, into my shirt, down my stomach, into the fly of my pants. I brush my hands over her breasts, they hide beneath her thin shirt, only just out of sight. When she kisses my jaw, the sensation goes all around my neck and down my back. 
I had never had much experience before her. I had been bound to the contract for all of my adult life. I had been socially awkward as a teenager, and then I never had the chance to seek someone in that way, I had never gotten the time  after it was created. 
It took me a long time to realize that my feeling ecstatic around her was just the absence of grief. The absence of anger, the absence of hate. In their place; longing, physical want. I was fond of her. I wanted to voice this sometimes. I wondered how she would react. I tried to picture the look on her face when I said the words. I would tell her this willingly, if only she would ask. Sometimes in the middle of our fervor, she would even say that she loved me. Words like this were never exchanged outside of these times. It didn’t bother me. I understood.. or.. I usually understood. There are times when I question myself, there are times that I have my doubts. I try to never let myself think too long on it. What we have is enough, I tell myself, I don't need to go ruining it. Being around a contract holder had never been so easy as this. It had never been so confusing as this, either.
She sits in my lap, curls herself around me. The sun has disappeared from the sky completely now. She closed the blinds on the window, but I can see the nightfall between the cracks. I'm beginning to feel drowsy, my eyes are feeling heavy. I pull my pants back on and she whines a little, gesturing for me to come back to the bed. I give in without a fight. I hold her firm against my chest, nuzzling into her dark hair. She's warm against me. Not as warm as my weapon, but my weapon was no comfort when compared to her.
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nailamoonsi · 7 months
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major error for antonio's bio is that i thought "antonio's heart is lost to alejandro" meant something else [that's negative]… changed it to "alejandro cannot reach antonio's heart any longer."
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writingdispenser · 2 years
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Update: The Meet the Team page is now complete and is currently in my ao3 drafts! It won't be posted until the next chapter is finished being written, but I'll keep you all up to date on that. I can't wait to show you guys!
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flowerbritts · 2 years
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Hi 👋
Chapters 2 & 3 are up of my Steddie fic.
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nadiaharriss · 1 year
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in order to make it to the bottom you have to jump. so why not jump now if you’re gonna have to anyway
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ziisaeo · 4 months
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You like to watch amazing things I like to watch Amazed you 😍🥹🦋
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carlyraejepsans · 1 month
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so who's excited for the valentines day UTDR newsletter.
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just-somedude · 1 year
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CNC and Safewords
"No Daddy I don't want it"
"I don't care, you're mine and I'll use you how I want"
*safeword comes out*
"Oh baby I'm so sorry what's wrong? How can I help? Are you okay? I love you, you're safe, I'm here. I promise."
Since some people don't seem to know how CNC works
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remuslupinslittleslut · 5 months
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Poly!Marauders x Needy!Reader
“Daddy”, Y/N whines, “Need you.”
James chuckles, the feeling of her mumbling against his neck is tickling him. His hands are rubbing at her sides, trying to comfort her.
“Please daddy, want you, inside”, she’s mumbling against his neck, fingers pulling the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“You’re all worn out baby, you’ll be too sore”, he reasons.
“Yeah baby”, Sirius, sitting next to James and their girl says, rubbing her side, “you have to wait, at least until tomorrow, or it’s gonna hurt.”
She huffs, not liking the answers. She needs it. Needs to be filled up again, won’t calm down without it. James is still rubbing soothingly above her shirt, not wanting to excite her too much.
As Remus walks in, her head piques up,
“Daddy! Please daddy, they’re being so mean”, she groans, arms reaching up around his neck.
“Are they being mean to you, baby? Huh?” He asks, arms wrapping around her smaller frame, eyebrows raised as he looks at the other boys.
Y/N nods against his chest.
“Moony, she’s obviously out of it, we can’t fuck her now”, James says.
Remus tsks, lifting Y/N up using his grip around her waist,
“Oh baby, they’re right, we can’t fuck you again”
She looks as if she’s about to cry, eyes welling up with tears and bottom lip jutting out,
“But Daddy, ‘m so empty”, the first few tears run down her cheeks.
Remus sits down on the couch, placing her in his lap, her legs straddling his. One of his hands coming up to her cheek, thumb rubbing her tears away.
“There’s still a way to make you feel full”, he says, hands reaching down in between them to unbuckle his belt, “you’re gonna take my cock in your pretty pussy, and you’re gonna sit very still.”
She nods, drying her tears. Next to them, the other boys share a look. Remus takes his half hard cock out of his pants,
“Baby you have to make daddy hard first”, he coos.
Her hands reach down, wrapping around him, he’s big and her hands are small so she needs both of them as she jerks him off, watching as his cock grows in her hands.
“That’s enough, love, gonna fill you up now, yeah?”
He grips her hips, throwing his head back as her warm, wet walls swallow him.
“So, how was quidditch practice?” He asks, turning to his other two partners.
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iiping · 9 months
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kaveh snapping at alhaitham for buying another ugly wood carving… except he forgot it was his birthday 👀
read my short fic on twitter here or see more below! 🫶
“This looks absolutely nothing like me!” Kaveh snaps at the rough-out Aranara carving that suddenly shows up one morning, looking so blonde and angry.
Alhaitham comes out of his room at this moment and walks over to their common shelf where the architect stands.
Kaveh has a meeting with a particularly frustrating client today and he’s feeling so anxious that he cannot help but snaps at Alhaitham too, “How many times do I have to tell you not to bring ugly wood carvings into our home!?”
Alhaitham looks at Kaveh, his lips tightens. Something unfathomable flashes across his eyes and disappears just as suddenly.
“Do whatever you want with it then,” Alhaitham says finally after an awkward silence. Then he grabs his key from the shelf and turns his back to walk towards the front door without saying another word.
Kaveh looks at him leaving the house in puzzlement. It is not a rare occasion to see the Scribe not bothering to argue with him but Alhaitham never walks away after saying only one sentence before. He looks as if he’s angry or even…pouting? Kaveh is not sure if that word can describe Alhaitham.
Maybe Kaveh did something wrong? He gasps at the thought.
Is it because the smell of the cream soup he made yesterday was too strong? Or maybe it was the fact that the house is now so messy because he’s in the middle of tidying up things? Or maybe he moved or touched some books he wasn’t supposed to?
Kaveh ends up thinking for the whole day. He even spaces out during the client’s meeting and almost drops the model when he tries to present his plan.
He thinks and thinks but nothing comes to his mind. They have been on unusually pretty good terms lately, so he cannot think of something recent that might have made Alhaitham upset.
Kaveh is so deep in thought he almost bumps into Collei on the way home.
“Ah! Sorry!” Kaveh exclaims then realizes who it is, “Collei! I didn’t know you were in town today!”
Somehow, the trainee Forest Ranger looks shocked to see him. She quickly picks up something that fell to the ground when they bumped into each other earlier. Kaveh catches a glimpse of a small green box with yellow ribbon before Collei swiftly hides it behind her back.
“It’s so good to see you! Wanna grab something to eat?” Kaveh asks, ignoring her suspicious behavior. He’s not ready to go home just yet, not when he still hasn’t figured out what he did wrong.
“Uh, sorry I have somewhere to be today,” Collei replies nervously, avoiding to meeting his eyes, “If you will excuse me, I really need to get going.”
Then she takes off before he can say another word.
Kaveh ruffles his hair in confusion. What is going on today?
After wandering around aimlessly for a while, he decides that he has no other place to go except the good old Lambad’s Tavern.
He sits down at a table and orders a drink even though it’s merely 5PM.
“Hey, Kaveh!” Lambad shouts his name from behind the counter, “That one’s on the house! Happy Birthday!”
Oh. Shit.
A realization strikes him like a bolt of lightning.
“How could I forget!” he cries, standing up abruptly, “It is my birthday!”
He tells Lambad that he’ll take a raincheck on that glass of wine before leaving the tavern. Kaveh rushes home as fast as he can and finds Alhaitham standing in front of the shelf with the Aranara carving on one hand and a bag on another.
Alhaitham raises his eyebrows when he sees Kaveh practically flying from the front door.
“No, wait—-“ Kaveh tries to catch his breath, “D-don’t throw that away!”
“Oh?” Alhaitham puts down the Aranara and turns to face the architect. “Seems like you finally remember something.”
“Sorry for what I said this morning,” Kaveh blurts out, “I know it sounds like an excuse but that client’s project kept me frustrated all night and I shouldn’t have taken it on you.”
Alhaitham looks at him silently.
“Alright, alright,” Kaveh puts two hands in the air, “I apologize for calling it ugly.”
The Scribe lets out a chuckle right this second. It is clear that he does not intend put up any fights with Kaveh on his birthday.
Alhaitham hands him the Aranara in question and asks, “Will you also stop calling my other wood carvings ugly?”
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” Kaveh replies with a beaming smile. His eyes light up as he takes the wooden figure in his hands.
Alhaitham gives him birthday presents every year but they are usually books or drafting tools. This is the first time Kaveh has received something custom-made. Well, from anyone, really.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into me this morning,” he mumbles, feeling the rough wood under his fingers. “Sure, it looks a bit cruder than that one in your bedroom which I kind of like, but the more you look at it, the mor—- Hey!”
“I changed my mind,” Alhaitham announces with a straight face, the Aranara is now back to his hand. “I’m taking it back.”
Kaveh blinks.
“What did you just say!?” he raises his voice.
“I don’t see any reasons why it should be in the possession of someone who doesn’t appreciate it,” he replies simply while putting the wooden figure in the bag, then starts to walk to the entrance hall.
“How do you know I don’t appreciate it!?” Kaveh follows him, trying so hard not to yell at his back, “This is ridiculous! You just gave it to me literally a second ago!”
That does not make Alhaitham slow down one bit. In the heat of the moment, Kaveh charges at him without thinking.
Next thing he knows, they are both on the floor with Alhaitham being beneath him. He quickly snatches the bag from the Scribe’s hand and sits up.
“Ha!” Kaveh exclaims, raising it in the air in victory. “You cannot walk away from me this time! Don’t you know that it’s rude to take back what you have given!?”
When there isn’t any response, Kaveh glances down, only to see that Alhaitham is covering his face laughing.
Kaveh looks at this scene in disbelief.
“Were you just teasing me!?” he asks with a high-pitched voice, “Oh my god, who are you? What have you done to my Alhaitham?”
“I couldn’t help,” he is still laughing, “You should’ve seen your face.”
It’s extremely rare for Kaveh to see a silly side of Alhaitham, let alone seeing him laughing like this. Kaveh stares dazedly at him, completely forgetting why he was mad in the first place.
“You can have the Aranara,” Alhaitham says with a smile, “Will you get off me now? Although I don’t really mind—-”
Kaveh interrupts this sentence with a cough, just realizing what a dangerous position they are in. He shifts to move out of the way, but at this moment, a small piece of paper falls of the bag and lands on Alhaitham’s chest.
The Scribe’s eyes widen as he moves to reach for it, but Kaveh is quicker.
Seeing what’s on there, he is speechless.
Alhaitham covers his face again, but his ears are turning visibly red. The worse thing is, Kaveh can also feel his face burning too.
“You carved this,” he asks softly, “for me?”
After a while, Alhaitham admits with a sigh, “Yes.”
Kaveh is dumbfounded. He assumed that it was merely a commission. Never has he ever thought Alhaitham would go that far to do something like this for him.
“That’s why you’ve been coming home late for the past week!” Kaveh just remembers how unusual it was when he said that he needed to work overtime.
“You knowing this wasn’t part of the plan, I was too careless.” he says flatly and decides to pull himself up, unintentionally getting closer to Kaveh. “Now it’s good time for you to forget you have seen that workshop receipt.”
“Nuh-uh,” Kaveh pokes his chest, “This Aranara is now worth a million mora to me.”
“You have just burdened yourself with a new enormous debt then” Alhaitham teases.
“Hey!”
“I think wood craving has grown on me.” Alhaitham smiles, “So I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with these ugly figurines for now.”
“Come on, they are not that ugly,” Kaveh chuckles, “But we do need to set up a proper corner for them so they don’t disrupt the current aesthetic.”
The Scribe can’t help but roll his eyes at this comment.
“Seriously though, thank you” Kaveh softly touches his shoulder and looks directly into his eyes, “It’s the first time someone did something so special for me. I will always treasure it.”
The Scribe stares back at him and without a warning, Alhaitham pulls him into his arms and whispers to his hair, “Happy Birthday, Kaveh.”
After that, Collei, along with Cyno and Tighnari, burst open their front door right when they are still hugging in the hallway. Kaveh’s face turns as red as a tomato as Alhaitham helps him up on his feet.
The night cannot be more perfect. The house is filled with the smell of good food, laughers and joy. His most favorite dishes are laid out on the table and the gifts are waiting for him to open. Wine never tastes better and even Cyno’s jokes are funnier than usual.
Kaveh watches as everyone starts to eat and cheerfully discuss about what games they are going to play tonight. His heart aches a bit thinking of how much he does not want to ever lose this; his friends, his happiness, his home.
And when his eyes accidentally meet with Alhaitham’s, he cannot help but wonder, would things turn out differently if he hadn’t met the Scribe at the tavern that night where he had taken Kaveh in?
He tries harder now to stay happy, to actually listen to some of Alhaitham’s advice, the sensible ones at least.
“Don’t burden yourself with something unnecessary from the past and from the future”, he would say.
So instead of dwelling on the past regrets and unknown future, Kaveh thinks he is ready now to find comfort in the present happiness.
(END)
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ivuamxo · 2 months
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just let your love rain, feels like you could wash away the pain
PAIRING: jean/mikasa
RATING: M
SUMMARY: jean and mikasa ignoring time. and ignoring their feelings.
A/N: of course, i spat out another ch when i said i wouldn’t. this turned into an exploration of the time between eren ditching the squad and the raid in liberio.
He didn't know when the next time would be. But.
He stared at the second bolo tie that’s suddenly popped up on his desk, and he chewed on his lip.
He wanted to give it back to her. He just had to figure out how, without having sex with her again.
The fact that those thoughts went together in his head made him want to go insane.
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kidotm · 4 months
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Heat Exhaustion
Rating: Gen Aud
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Fandoms: Fallout 3 - Fandom
Relationships: N/A
Word count: 870
  The smell of leather and rust.. gunpowder, soil. They fill my nose. It’s all I can smell. The sun beats down on me. I feel sick, slow, groggy. My cheek presses against his shoulder blade, my chest against his back. My arms are wrapped over his broad shoulders. I sway, just a little, with every step he takes. He marches, without tiring, towards our destination.
     I had half expected him to just leave me there. When I couldn’t go any further, when the heat had become too much- I had expected him to take one look at me, and just keep walking. I barely know him. Although I hold his ‘contract’, I have no way of knowing what he’ll do next. People can be so unpredictable. I sometimes kick myself for taking such a risk, for travelling with this giant of a stranger. Other times I feel at ease with him, like his presence is only natural.
     I had mostly been joking with him when I asked him to carry me. In my heat-delirious and panicked mind that had been a good idea. I hadn’t expected him to just go with the request. I had expected a glare, a grumble.  It hadn’t taken much to convince him. I had been expecting to have to bribe him or maybe even beg him, if it came to that. But before I had gotten the chance to do any of those things, he had offered a leather-clad hand and pulled me up off the ground.
     He let me clamber up onto his back clumsily, and we, or he , continued our trek. My pride has taken a hit, but I prefer that over being face-down in the dirt.
     I have no interest in going back to Megaton. None whatsoever. There’s something about the place that repels me. Something about it makes me want to stay away no matter the cost. Once the town comes into sight, I feel the urge to just tell Charon to keep walking- to go the other way. He would question it, for sure, maybe complain a little, but he would do it all the same. 
     The town grows closer with every step, and I stay silent. What other choice do I have? Where am I going to go? There's no going back to the vault. Not after everything that's happened. I'm not welcome there, not anymore. Then it occurs to me- was I ever truly welcome there? Had either of us been? Had it always just been a farce? 
     I sneer at the thought of it. At the thought of that place. Of the people in it. Of the people who betrayed me- betrayed my father. I despise being so close and yet so far away from that life. The vault sits merely a half-hour walk away from where I live in Megaton. I’ve barely gone a mile and yet my life is so jarringly different, and it continues to prove itself so day after day. There is no going back. Not now. Not ever.
     My head feels heavy and I feel weak. Even though I'm no longer walking, the heat still beats down on me. If I had kept walking I would have passed out in the dirt. I wonder how Charon stands it, I wonder how he can just keep going. I don't have the stamina for this nonsense , I think to myself.
     "I can try walking again," I say, then mumble an apology.
     Charon grumbles a bit, then crouches slightly and lets me climb back down. I'm still dizzy and still nauseous, but I take a few drinks of water and keep going. The water is warm and tastes like the plastic bottle that holds it, but it feels good on my dry throat nonetheless. I had been afraid to try and take a drink while he carried me. All I could picture was making a wrong move and spilling it over him. Just the thought of it mortified me and made me grit my teeth a little.
     “This area isn’t safe,” Charon says, bringing me out of my thoughts. “We should keep moving.”
     I want to gripe back ‘is any place safe out here?’ , but keep quiet. I’m missing the conditioned air of the vault right now. Badly. The cool air that blew out of the vents… a memory comes floods in- lying down on my bed, my face in front of the vent on the wall, letting it blow in my face. 
     I had thought we got to experience seasons in the vault, but it turns out the electric simulations were nothing in comparison to the natural ones. The heat out here could get intense, and the cold could become daunting very quickly at night. The climate changes throughout the year could become dangerous if you didn’t pay attention and deadly if you let symptoms go too far. These challenges made me long for the consistency of life before all of this. When cooling down after a workout was just a press of a button away…
     “We should not linger,” Charon pipes up again. I nod this time in response and we begin walking again. My new home is just a few minutes away.
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nailamoonsi · 7 months
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Neocities time.
Created a Neocities for Another Sky verse's OCs to chill out. There's 2 out of a hopeful few future "secrets" on the site (not hidden as some kind of ultra-coded thing in the HTML because I barely messed with the CSS and kinda suck at it).
My extra note is that I'm unsure what's cool to do or not when it comes to tradpub. Was fun to create so will be what it will be.
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writingdispenser · 1 year
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God help me I am still alive despite life getting in the way
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flowerbritts · 2 years
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Hey everyone!
Chapter 4 is up!
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: )
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