#p: astra

[spiritboxies]

some initial thots about the upd8

[corntort]

okso . i may have accidentally written a whole fucking novel about stej band au. you have been warned

(SPOILERS OF MAIN GAME ALLUDED TO!!!)

ok so main focuses are astra, spark, fark, (and less so freom and clarity) so before i get into the Meat of it let me assign characters their genres!

i will link the most appropriate songs by each band to match the style of whoever im talking about, but i also mean the whole band's Entire aesthetic fits them well too! SPARK: rock with rough vocals (either dad-rock or grunge-y) EXAMPLES: SAKURAN-ZENSEN, Orange Dog Club

FARK: softer somewhat psychedelic sound (with latin inspiration), or strong prog-rock ballads EXAMLES: Kiltro, Thank You, Scientist, Children of Nova

ASTRA: LOTS OF GENRES. SO MANY. and she's got a crazy range. but Vocally she's like [examples below] EXAMPLES: Queen Bee (Ziyouu-vachi)[they are the Perfect example of astra's style], Hey, Baby! (SEVERE FLASHING WARNING!)

FREOM: ROCK. but heavier and edgier than spark's, with a very different sound. and the occasional r&b/soul/blues!! EXAMPLES: A Perfect Circle, Trivium, Earl St. Clair

CLARITY: edm or electro-pop or something similar ! EXAMPLES: ano (flashing warning mid-way through!), lianhua, adore

spark is an indie artist finally staging gigs at her favorite bar known in f.m. city as "bottleneck." it's run by the charismatic formie vegas behind the bar, and their sister thea, who works as one of the few bouncers.

fark, another competing indie musician (with scattered but influential ties, which puzzles spark) finally also starts to perform there on only some afternoons, until he starts performing more regularly throughout the week, taking up shows from spark which makes her Piiiiissed.

she kicks up a huge fuss with fark and is essentially silently fired for the uproar, leaving in a rage to find some other bar thatll take her rough rock sound (with no success).

everything kinda crashes down for her, hitting the worst timed artblock, losing all her inspiration and getting so angry at how fark replaced her. she, one day, after being cooped up for so long, dejectedly forces herself to leave her apartment to go to a local indie music festival, where she spots astra performing on one of the bigger stages the festival offers, her show being set to electrify the night at 9pm-11pm.

spark is Amazed, watching her whole performance as she pulls off many different genres and sounds effortlessly, igniting another fire under sparks ass and inspiring her in a profound way.

spark then decides to herself "okay. i Really need to talk to this girl, see if we can make something together. or at least get some tips, cause i obviously can rock it on my own anyway." yknow as the stubborn, haughty ass she is.

she sneaks backstage to try and talk to astra about a collab/spitball session and is met with a pretty firm and annoyed "hell no? and who even are you? get out of my backstage parlor."

and spark, aforementioned ass, doesnt take this well. she's so frustrated and hotheaded about her loss of the bottleneck she makes a brash decision to steal the show from astra at a future performance, and stews on it for a while.

Another (albeit smaller) venue hosts astra once, and spark, who's barely heard her music before, sneaks backstage again mid performance while all of astra's tech crew is focused on her audio levels and balancing her with her bandmates that spark goes unnoticed as she finds a spare amplifier, hooks her guitar up. and mid song starts Shredding it in a bombastic, brash, and Loud solo.

astra is incredibly confused, and visibly falters mid performance but tries to roll with it for as long as she can while she's internally panicking like "what the fuck is going on." this is already a Huge breach of her standards and boundaries. she runs back in a flurry and when she spots a smug spark backstage after the song ends (ANOTHER sin of hers, as she never leaves between songs with the standards she holds herself at) she almost tries to beat the shit out of her in fury. lots of "what on LUNA gives you the idea that you can just. BARGE IN. AND STEAL MY SHOW. HUH?!?!" and stuff of the sort.

spark barely keeps her back as she flusters like "now wait hold on hold on hold on!!!!!!!!!!!!! chill!!!!!" (this makes astra more pissed, but with the worlds most clenched jaw she listens to spark)

spark explains that she wasn't being listened to, her skill and practice and desire to grow as an artist was shrugged off and that's not something she could tolerate. so she was gonna Make astra listen by any means necessary. and it doesn't help astra's rage as the crowd did go Wild after the solo ended and the song concluded. so she, INCREDIBLY begrudgingly, goes "fine. FINE! Fine! You and me, we can spitball something together, only one song, and then you LEAVE my shows alone. got it!?"

so then they make it a deal, and astra starts visiting spark. er rather, she visits spark's place Once, looks around in disgust, and goes "okay. you go to my place now, because this is gross."

anyway after about 3 separate days of trying to work on a song together, with astra's many different genres she pulls influence from, she tries to help spark. she's just not budging though, frustrated when she's not confident in these new sounds and styles she's trying. on day three, they work very very late into the night trying to tie in a chorus that stands out from spark's other works, but balances her special sound in a way that doesn't betray her brand, and spark has a Massive meltdown.

she almost breaks her special guitar and has a self aimed screaming match aggravated at her artblock and finally shouts that she wouldn't have to do all this work if that stupid faker didn't steal away her special bar.

this intrigues astra and when she hears fark's name she visibly stiffens and goes "wait. THAT GUY? what?!? why didn-- WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT SOONER!?"

turns out fark and astra have a very bitter history. astra worked for the big wigs in f.m. city, Claritas Records, but they never actually made her sing her own music, she only produced/songwrote for either freom or clarity, and then they'd perform her music without a second glance.

she then finally got the chance to sing, recording half of an album she put her heart and soul into, and it pushed a lot of boundaries of what claritas records was used to releasing.

then fark was pushed to join the label (unbeknownst to astra, that he was the Son of clarity and freom).

he "stole" her music, butchered and diluted it, and released it under the label of claritas records to a smashing success.

astra left immediately after, breaking her contract and parting ways. she's held a grudge against fark ever since!

spark, hearing this, goes holy FUCK astra. LET'S GET THIS GUY.

they both get a second wind and smash out 3 hard hitting songs for the rest of the night (and early morning.)

spark can't wait another day to perform it once nightfall hits. she's gotten a total of 30 minutes of sleep and is about to reclaim her throne at the bottleneck.

she pulls a similar tactic to what she did with astra, but makes herself known after fark finishes a song in the middle of his stay at the bar. spark (sneaking a mic from backstage) barks out a "haha yeah, that's great lover boy, but can you move aside for the real musician?"

the audience, mostly consisted of regulars, lose their mind when spark walks on stage, all of them hollering and whooping when she challenges fark to a music-off.

of course she obviously wins but fark just kind of silently takes it, which actually only makes her even more pissed as he just kinda bows and darts out.

even though spark won the competition and now the bar is her's again shes So mad that he didn't even feel a little bit of her anger when she was kicked out. so she's off to find the guy and yell some anger into him cause she's petty like that.

fark is taken in by clarity again as she haughtily says "i knew indie wouldn't go your way, you couldn't even stay in a gig for more than two months!" and now they're planning to hold the city's music in a vice grip, banning more indie performances with each month that passes as fark has to perform at live venues so claritas records can assemble a huge base of musicians to play all their music at every stage/concert/venue to chase the indie artists out.

think similar to nsr (though funnily enough i didn't even play nsr yet as i started thinking abt this au)

spark, catching wind of this. IS PISSED. AGAIN. and now she's gonna try and chase out the claritas artists like she did fark. but she's Really in over her head on this one, as she doesn't even have a 100th of the influence and revenue that claritas records has.

its an uphill battle, most of which im not really sure how to tackle just yet, but while this is happening, fark is making a big name for himself under claritas records. His audience has grown incredibly fast for someone at his point in his career, not much of a one hit wonder, a lot of the music he's sung is getting put on the city's radio, stretching over all of lua in a huge sweep that makes him dizzy with success. he's really formed into the perfect heir to freom's success, adopting a similar aesthetic to freom while still standing out in his own way.

his music isn't that slow and thoughtful or theatrically earnest melody anymore, its been diluted into just a rougher rock sound that's just a homage to freom's legacy. he's sick of it, wanting to embrace a completely different sound of rock, but is pushed into the grungier tone that doesn't suit him well.

and he hates every single second of it.

none of the music is his, his persona pushed onto him deviated so much from his organic look before, him having to display his robotics and lean into a mechanical style of singing, and he doesn't like it!!!!!! it's not him! he wants to be a mesh of the two and something so Organic in style you'd be confused hearing he was a GPA until he intents to make his voice static-y/warbled/distant for effect.

spark doesn't know about his situation though. once she's bashed her way up, with the help of many other indie artists to chase out claritas, she faces fark again performing on a stage that astra did in the indie music festival, but it's only fark now.

and she's fucking Done with everything. drowning out the rocky, robotic tune fark's singing it with her hoarse and brash sound with crazy time signatures and a Lot of screaming. with the help of astra, and many other artists (which i will flesh out au wise when i get the time!!) she makes a song that's Fully her style, so earnest and loud and furious that drowns out his music.

and the crowds going wild!!! they love the crazy sound that's so much more lively than fark's music they cheer when fark storms off the stage.

clarity and freom are so disappointed with fark when he returns with nothing to show for it, and also grow incredibly furious with spark's antics that they target her and only her. if they can crush her musical aspirations, anything is fair game.

fark's had it with clarity and freom, and as theyre scheming on how to take spark and her "riot" apart, fark ducks out in the middle of the night to find her performing at the bottleneck as she always did before the whole musical war.

fark doesn't get much of a word in before she punches him square in the face when she sees him backstage.

they actually get into a full blown fight back there because they really bring out the worst in each other at this point. so after a whole half hour theyre finally done fighting like animals in the back. spark says, while laying on her back next to an equally exhausted fark, "get the hell out man. i'm sick of seeing your face."

he laughs at that which almost gets him punched again but he says "don't worry. i will. i just wanted to say, if you need anyone to break apart claritas records from inside. call me."

spark like shoots up and looks at him like he's a lunatic.

"are you serious???? you want to throw away your whole career?"

they talk back and forth for a while, fark saying his resentment for his own family's label and how he wants nothing more to see them fall. spark keeps asking what the hells wrong with fark for tossing this success away so flippantly, and even as she's learning how much it's crushed fark she's Pissed at having to consider to work with fark and gets up in a huff to storm out.

wow. okaythis is a long ass post LOL. i havent got much farther in my thoughts of this au with how shit gets much worse for spark to the point she Has to call fark to not get drowned by claritas' efforts to push her out of the city. i can think and spitball that stuff later. cause i know i'm gonna be up til like 1am muttering to myself in my room about what could happen like a freak.

i just want them to see eachother at their worst so they can turn around and bring out the best of themselves through their rivalry, and subsequent mutual respect.

like a normal person, surely .

random tidbits i thought of while writing this:

freom's actual genres of choice is soul, swing, jazz, and soul, but due to clarity's strict regulations of what she wants played, he was made to perform rock mostly, only getting to indulge in his own style once in a blue moon. fark leaving was the impetus for him detaching himself from claritas records later

astra was given a guitar by claritas records while under their employ, she still takes the guitar to her shows, but has painted it (intentionally shoddy) and a small middle finger to clarity as she's been successful without her label.

fark's attire choices for shows not under claritas records are intentionally the ugliest, least fitting pieces of clothing to put together. this isn't for any symbolic reason, he just loves bright colors and flowing fabric and has 0 color coordination.

spark is very tall for a formie, but fark is one of the few people she's ever met that's taller, and she's irrationally mad about it.

romalo pops into the picture as astra and spark start working regularly together after the reclamation of the bottleneck bar. he claims to know nothing about music, but on the rare instances he feels like contributing to the music, he composes and arranges the craziest more ass slapping tunes. but, again, it's rare, he's more about the physical show aspect! bright lights, stand-out outfits, and visual effects, and often coordinates the technical side of astra and spark's shows when he starts getting regularly involved.

okokok. i tried to make this as readable as possible. ITS DONE NOW IM DONE ADDING THINGS. FUCK!!!!!!

[wonkybuckle]

[princess--kira]

so my playlist is sentient

and i’ve decided im completely ok with this

ok so like i was reading this book and it’s at this part where the whole supporting cast fucking dies and they were with us for like 350 chapters or something? so like really attached yknow? and they have to deal with this really strong nightmare creature but the whole supporting army with them starts dropping dead from the blizzard made by said creature. it’s like such a cinematic moment for mc but anyways the main side characters are the last ones left and they die one by one under the oppressive cold and mc has this whole sad moment before almost dying himself-

but then like- my playlist just plays dynasty and it’s such a good fit and made the moment just that much better and omg i cant

[th4n0s-wrld]

oh my GOD snapchat CALM THE FUCK DOWN I DO NOT WANT TO TALK TO THOSE 𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚𝓢 RN [ / j i love my irl friends ]

[desertduality]

I JUST READ THE NEW CHAPTER AND HHHJ IM SCREANING SO MUCH. SO MUCH. im here looking at it with starry eyes. i love it. i was saddish but your fic cheered me up so much. thank you for your hard work. i love it. a cookje and a flower for you.

- g

WAHHH THANK YOU :D I’M SO GLAD IT CHEERED YOU UP THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY AJKDJDJ

[onigiram]

a curious cant of its crown, swathe of obsidian night and alabaster starlight shifting with the motion ( an overwhelming length that pools around them as if seeking to swallow whole ), in an act of feigned innocence. sat atop his lap, straddled against the ground, it observes scar with a humored sort of interest ❛ it's rare to see you so ── subdued ❜ (astras turn to have fun with him uvu)

IS THIS LOVE?

Woven in the fabric of tales he sought to emulate—mythic stories of lives intertwined, where one soul refuses to exist without the other. The mere notion of his existence devoid of its presence is unthinkable.

He banishes the very thought from his mind.

In the heart of a forest bathed in the silver glow of a full moon, his thoughts become a muddled labyrinth, his chest a storm of aching longing. Adoration floods his veins as clawed digits hook into the fabric draped over its form. Although the distance between them is scant, he finds it entirely too far away. Nostrils flare as his lungs fill, drawing in its essence, intoxicated by the very scent. He loses himself in its presence, each breath an invocation, each heartbeat a hymn in its honor. The ghosts of his past are exorcised, their whispers silenced as its weight atop him grounds him, anchoring him in the present.

He's exactly where he'd wished to be.

❛ Ha! Don't know what yer' talking about. ❜ His voice, nearly slurred, is adorned with a heady stare. Desire coils within his gut like an agitated serpent, winding tighter as he leans into it—seeking to merge with his Herald, to dissolve into its ethereal embrace, his very being yearning to meld into one with it.

IS HE HAPPY?

It has inflicted pain upon him—yet no wound it has ever dealt could diminish the euphoria that its mere proximity brings. It's one of the scarce few to evoke such emotions within him, to erect turmoil in a vision that had been set many years prior... even so, the weightlessness that fills him is... addicting.

He can't get enough of it.

❛ You ignite this itch within me, ❜ he murmured, nuzzling against its shoulder, his breath a warm caress. His canines grazed against sanctified flesh, a shiver of anticipation threading through him. ❛ It awakens such a savage desire… this insatiable urge to simply sink my teeth into you. ❜ In the midst of towering trees and under the watchful eye of the multitude of stars, he allows himself to indulge upon its companionship.

[phoenixiancrystallist]

You know, I should probably have written the Susurrus/First Tanta AU before I wrote the epilogue, but I did not. Gonna share that epilogue, though, because I enjoy what I've done and I want to share :)

Cuff murmured in his sleep, a sleep that was apparently fitful and riddled with nightmares. Frey debated waking him up, but before she could get far in that thought, he gasped a name and she felt his consciousness return with a start.

"Astra!"

"Hey," Frey said to catch his attention and help pull him out of that nightmare. "It's just us here. You good?"

"Good...? I... Was I asleep?" Cuff asked. Frey guessed she hadn't given him enough time to come back to Athia. There was a lingering feeling of panic in his voice, probably the last shreds of whatever dream he'd been having.

"You had a nightmare."

"Did I? I wasn't even aware that I could dream."

"Really? Huh. Learn something new every day." Frey considered waiting for him to finish coming out of that nightmare, but she knew if she waited too long he'd clam up and she'd never get an answer. So: "Who's Astra?"

"I, I don't... I don't know. I don't remember. She was... important to me, once. My whole world, it... revolved around her, I think." He hissed, a pain in his voice that Frey couldn't figure out. There wasn't anything around to hurt him. "Ah, what is this emptiness...?"

Oh. That kind of pain. Was Cuff in love once? Man, that must have been a long time ago, if he'd forgotten who she was. And, somehow, just knowing he had loved someone made Frey regret asking. Like she'd pried into something private she had no business sticking her nose in.

"Never mind," Cuff said before Frey could figure out if she wanted to say anything. He sounded back to his usual sharp attitude, and made a sound like he was clearing a throat he didn't even have. "How close are we to Rheddah?"

"See for yourself," Frey offered, her eyes fixed on the horizon where she could see the leading edge of land. It looked nothing like the Visorian coast they'd set out from. Nothing like Praenost, Avoalet, or Junoon, either. Athia was bordered by jagged and rocky cliffs, and beaches of black sand that Cuff said were the result of the land Breaking.

Rheddah looked a thousand times worse. Even from here, miles from shore, Frey could see Break glowing against the setting sun. Black, twisted strands and spires rose into the air, clawed at the sky and shredded the clouds passing overhead to ribbons.

She counted at least three structures that looked horribly like the Tree of Offering.

"Are those what I think they are?" Cuff asked, something caught between awe and horror in his voice.

"I really, really hope not," Frey admitted. "I don't think I can handle three more of you."

"There's only one me, Frey," Cuff scoffed. But he hesitated, and his next words wavered with doubt. "I think."

[sunoo-bby]

Ur well deserved collection of heee

AWW OMG ASTRA EVGRFEHGUFRV WHYS HE SO FJHGFVHGDHUVHGJHGF HEAD EMPTY ONLY HEESEUNG

[oddogoblino]

Deny real identity reduce to anon real (Yew can never guess who I am >:DDD)

OH NO!!! ANON EVASIVE PROTOCOLS!!

[zombieboxstudios]

idk why but the way El Cool P says "Makula, K.O." in the URFO bonus gives the feeling that he's mocking Astra and his death for some reason LOL

[sixersigned]

you ever think about how into the bunker, shifty not only mimics ford's likeness, but also how he carries himself in his voice? like that is absolutely not necessary, only fidds and stan would know what that sounded like. but also smth smth the impact ford left on him and then... Getting locked up bc force of nature

[deniisu-sims]

Simpliciaty Astra and Wanderlust Necklaces - 4t3 conversion

My part of the trade with @annabellesims3 - the dress is beautiful, hope you upload it soon!

Be warned that those necklaces don't play nicely with high poly shoes, the distortion is NOT PRETTY. I didn't renumber the verts because the first time I did, things got way worse :P

No original link this time, sorry - I got the originals from a reuploaded file!

DOWNLOAD (package): Dropbox

[mayoonrices-art]

Finished Portrait just in time for the Lex Imperialis DLC - My New (4th) Rouge Trader named,

Golt Ridsm P. (Purton) Asmon

He is My Sanctioned Psyker and Former Acolyte serving as there Astra Telepathica from Calixis Sector From Subsector Druses Marches. He is my Forced assigned "To be in the horrors" His Conviction is Iconoclast/Heretic (Forced) also my Nurgle Corrupted Blorbo in the future

[starryinkart]

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Artist Note:

Hey guys! I’m so SO sorry for taking so long on these pages, ALOT has been happening and these pages have been very detailed haha... I don't want to rush things with this comic and I want it to be done right, so apologies if pages take longer sometimes!

The next chapter of Absolutely is coming in the new year, and we will be starting work on the Absolutely Pilot starting January and after this Christmas/New Years break (something I really need rn :P, it's been a hectic year lol). Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Everyone, and I'll see you soon!

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Seems like N has flown down into a bit of a predicament between some old and new friends...Will he be able to settle things before they are all destroyed?

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Here’s the synopsis of this comic:

Barely escaping the mass destruction of Copper 9, as well as losing Uzi to the Absolute Solver, N, V, J, Khan, Lizzy and Thad find their way through the galaxy to the Earth-like planet “Jericho”; where they look for refuge and plan to fight back. Their new goal, stop the solver from destroying the last remaining human colonized planet by any means necessary, find JCJENSON and report their findings. It shouldn’t be THAT hard…right?

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I hope you guys really enjoy this comic, as well as the character development I have planned for it! Enjoy! <3

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[armysantiny]

A doctor’s worry – Zayne

P: Zayne x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, drabble | Inc: mc overworking themselves (as usual), Zayne worrying over mc, Yvonne being a good friend, Zayne's sweet tooth, some indulgent fluff for the soul, calling Zayne 'Doctor Li' bc that's how the title works infold, obv don't take my desc of hospital life too seriously lmao | Wc: 718 | W: mc has an injury but no graphic desc. | R: G

Min's notes: When I tell you I was just writing this all day at work lmao. I just love the way Zayne loves </3

"Hey, Zayne? Do we have the MRI results from last night's case?" Greyson's asking him, both doctors on their way to their respective offices after catching each other in the car park.

"We should do, I'll forward it on to you once I'm inside."

The hospital's busy today, everyone's schedule packed with either meetings, patient appointments, surgeries, or some unholy combination of all three. And for once, Zayne couldn't be more thankful that his schedule is much the same, the gruelling but rewarding hours of his double shift awaiting him.. Sat in his chair while he types out a letter of recommendation for a patient just gone to see a physiotherapist, Zayne sips on the glass of water on his desk, too occupied to do much else other than his job.

At least today, being busy out of his mind helps. It helps him not stress over y/n taking a mission in the No Hunt Zone. The hunter, for all their skill and natural talent, has a mind numbingly stubborn habit of overworking themselves to the point of injury and beyond. Which is why Zayne is trying to bury his concern underneath an avalanche of work, because y/n is working on a sprained ankle.

The doctor even managed to spot the beginning signs of swelling that morning before they left, but y/n was already out the door by the time he opened his mouth.

See you tonight love, they had said, don't push yourself too hard.

How cruel, to remind him to not push himself all the while leaving the vines of worry to bloom around his heart. But he loves y/n anyway, so they're not to blame when Zayne finds that he's no longer frustrated by the waiting, just longing for his hunter to return home so he can fuss over them until the vines relent until the next time they decide to put themselves at risk.

So lost in replying to emails, Zayne nearly doesn't hear the knock at the door, looking up from his screen moments before the knocking becomes more urgent.

"Come in."

"Doctor Li?" It's Yvonne, and Zayne's frigid politeness melts away a tad into something a bit more friendly. "You didn't show up for lunch... so I thought I'd take the liberty of bringing something up from the cafeteria. I recall y/n mentioning your affinity for sweet things?"

It's then, as he's taking the boxed lunch with a gentle thank you, that Zayne notices the separate box of two macarons that Yvonne's handing him. They're from his favourite café. Of course they are. Of course, his love would dutifully tell his colleagues what to do should he be too absorbed in his work. Astra above, he loves them.

When Yvonne leaves, clearly satisfied that the cardiovascular specialist isn't going to go hungry, Zayne allows himself to smile, his own heart fond and aching all the same.

"I'll save one for you."

In between his responsibilities and workload, the doctor hardly realises when the sun begins to set, painting the sky all kinds of pinks and oranges before, inevitably, the sky is dark. Moonlight shines through the gaps in his closed blinds, illuminating his desk in its cool light for a handful of minutes until Zayne is forced to get up and turn the lights on, fluorescent white irritating his eyes for a second. If y/n was here, they'd tell him to squint first, let his eyes adjust until he's comfortable. He can't help but think about them now, most of his tasks done for the day and his mind free enough to think about his lover, how much he misses them, would rather they stay in his arms, stay off their injury and rest...

His phone rings.

"Hello." His expression is soft.

"Zayne! Sorry for going no contact love," y/n says, clearly satisfied with their day. They're forgiven, as always. "I'm on my way back to the office, I'll see you in the hour?"

"Sure. I'll come and pick you up, you shouldn't be putting anymore strain on your ankle."

He can practically hear the amused rolling-of-eyes from y/n.

"Yes doctor~ see you soon! Love you!"

"Love you too, y/n." He hangs up the phone and takes a good look at his office. He can afford to leave a little early tonight.

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