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𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.

pairing. dan heng x gn!reader cw. hurt/no comfort, implied relationship between reader and dan heng, falling out of love (or is it), heavy angst that is carlyle's brand™ author's note. i say i love dan heng then subject him to my heaviest angst ideas. teehee, whoops. is anyone still surprised that i wrote yet another fic to a taylor swift song? listen to you're losing me for maximum enjoyment. ❤️‍🩹

dan heng would have to be the luckiest man alive to have known someone like you and simultaneously, the most foolish man alive to let you slip through his fingers.

dan heng did not know where to begin when it came to describing you. to merely think he was lucky enough to call someone like you his was an understatement; you were perfect for him in every way possible, that it baffles him just how he's with you.

the way your eyes sparkled at the mention of stars, your favorite subject, before dan heng listened for the millionth time to your lighthearted ramble of where the stars came from. the way your laugh echoed melodiously in his head when he made a small but harmless mistake, how he would frown a little in shame but your toothy grin would make him forget his initial embarrassment. the way your head rested on his chest, humming to a childhood lullaby that would always have the same effect on his heart — to grow bigger in affection and adoration for you.

and you made him a better person, better than he ever thought he could be. dan heng had always carried the burden of his past reincarnation's sins on his back, but your presence always made the weight seem lighter. a glimpse of you was a glimpse of a life that he could live without guilt. and he wanted to make sure that he was worthy of it. worthy of you.

in short, dan heng found the perfect lifelong partner in you, end of story.

which ... just made your words pierce deeper than a knife to his heart.

"i think we should stop."

dan heng was too deep in his thoughts that he had not realized that he crumpled the paper flower bouquet in his hand. he was supposed to hand this to you the moment he stepped inside your room; march had teased him on the amount of dedication he put in perfecting his craft — according to the archives he has read, they called it the art of origami — but dan heng found himself smiling the entire process. secretly, he thought of it like his practice of building a life with you; handling the paper with subtle gentleness and care, folding it neatly to avoid any creases, before constructing a foundation for the camellia flower, your favorite flower.

what a joke this all seems to be now.

what was going on? where did he do wrong? why were you doing this? dan heng tried to remember if he had forgotten anything important. was it the time that he brushed you aside because he was engrossed in the mission? was it because dan heng constantly locked himself in the archives all by himself, that you grew tired of that?

".... stop what?"

you looked up at him, your stormy eyes brimming with tears that you were still trying to hold back. even when you were crying and breaking his heart, dan heng could not help but think how captivating you still looked. "you know what i mean."

why? "why?"

from his perspective, he could already see how much you were struggling to say it. you were shaking your head as your body was trying to hold in the biggest sob. it took everything in dan heng not to run to you and hold you in his arms, but what are the chances that you'd end up pushing him away? your words were evidence enough that you did not need his grasp right now.

"i just... i just don't see a future with you in it."

well, that hurt. that hurt more than the days that his other self wasted away in the shackling prison, mind swimming in terror and confusion as to why he was restrained the moment he was born. that hurt more than the time he sustained his deepest injury, because you were the one who ended up patching it up for him, all the while chastising him for being too reckless again. he won't have that anymore.

"why?" it was a repeat of his former question, but dan heng could hear his voice breaking as he repeated himself. moments ago, he was just dreaming about spending the rest of his life with you. to be able to wake up with you next to him and be the first to see the satisfied smile on your face. to stay by your side until the day you inevitably passed on before him.

and now, you were asking him to let that all go?

despite his initial reflections, dan heng took a step towards you, to which he was greeted with you stepping backwards, a sight that sank his heart even deeper. "but i love you." dan heng started, his heart soaring when he saw that his words still elicited a reaction from you. at this point, he was just grasping at non-existent straws that would bring you back to your senses. back to him. "we can figure a way—"

"dan heng." he stopped at his name, before slowly looking up to meet your gaze. your eyes were clouded with pain, sorrow, but most importantly, it was devoid of the warmth that dan heng sought solace in.

"i... i don't know if i can do this anymore."

you were no longer facing him, your back shaking in muffled sobs as dan heng stood there, as he watched you push him away for the first and last time. the feeling of the crumpled paper flower on his palm left nothing but a sour taste in his mouth. to think that he was so excited to see you.

"you're giving up then? on us?"

his voice came out hollow, his once forlorn expression twisting in incredulity and subtle frustration. to think that he was so excited to make things finally official between the both of you. he was finally ready to settle down and become the better man— no, the best man for you. could you not see how hard he worked to deserve you?

how cruel were you, really?

you didn't turn around to face him, but your silence told him everything he needed to know. it took everything in him to stifle the urge to let out a bitter laugh. how could he be so foolish? who would love someone as stoic, risk-taking and tactless as him, anyways?

"i didn't take you for a quitter, y/n. but i guess we're learning something new about each other right now." he spat out, which earned a turn from you. dan heng could see the hurt in your eyes. it annoyed him that even when you're hurting him, it still pained him to see you in distress. it took everything in him to reel back and stop himself. "so this is it; this is how all... this ends." he refused to let this flurry of emotions overwhelm him, as dan heng took one step closer towards you, and to his surprise, you stood, feet firmly planted on the ground. well, what does that matter now.

he was now towering over you, his eyes never leaving your figure and now was looking down at you. a part of him begged him to not say anything else, to leave with his dignity and his head up high. even if they weren't ... partners anymore, he could still try salvaging a friendship. and yet, his emotions took full control of himself at that moment. "i can't believe i even thought you were the one for me, but i guess i would probably outlive you, anyways. "

he could have sworn he heard your breath hitch as your eyes betrayed everything you were feeling at the time. a mix of grief, sadness and surprise at his words, no doubt. however, it was a fleeting sight that only slipped into another unreadable expression. "leave. please... just leave."

typically, dan heng would be able to tolerate the silence between the both of you, but that was because he could lose himself in your gaze. not now, though. his hand crumpled the paper flower even further before he threw it at the ground. dan heng took one last look at you, a small hope resurfacing that you would take everything back, that you were simply saying it in jest — but there was nothing.

he allowed his anger to overtake him and close the door behind him with a loud slam, huffing in mixed grief and anger and leaving your room for the last time. even when you were no longer looking, dan heng still refused to let that flurry of emotions overwhelm him. he shouldn't cry over someone who gave up on him as easily as that.

if he had lingered for a moment longer, he would have probably heard you breaking down in the loudest sobs on the other side of the door.

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it had been three months since you left the astral express. three months since dan heng closed the door to the possibility that he would spend the rest of his long, long life with you.

three months since he hurled all those hurtful words towards you, which he has regretted since then. but his stupid ego would not let him utter a single apology to you the following morning.

it didn't take long for you to pack your bags and leave, which dan heng actually found relieving. the more he didn't see you and mourn over what could have been, the better.

still, it had been three months. dan heng would be a liar if he said that you did not cross his mind once. well, maybe more than once. maybe a million times since you left. he hated how you still had a hold on him, hated how your voice would be the last thing he's reminded of before he drifts to sleep, but most of all, he hated how he missed you since that fateful night.

how could he have missed the signs?

the tug on his sleeve brought him back to reality, as march looked over at him with a concerned glance. dan heng just shook his head and looked down at the very thing he was holding.

a bouquet of camellias. real ones, this time.

"dan heng, if you're feeling overwhelmed, we can just—" he was already walking ahead of march without listening to what else she had to say. truthfully, nothing she would probably say would deter him. the cold weather of jarilo vi was enough to drone out his ever active mind. so this was the planet that you called home after you left the express.

it did not take long for him to reach his destination, especially with how fast he had been walking. dan heng could barely even see the identifiable pink hair belonging to march behind him anymore. he'd probably have to offer her an apology for leaving her behind later.

it was a desolate deserted place, save for the monsters that roamed nearby and the dilapidated house that dan heng could only surmise as your house. though, he knew already what he was looking for.

"hey, y/n. i know you probably don't want to see me again, but ... here are your favorite flowers, just how you liked them."

to find himself face to face to a makeshift tombstone wasn't a sight that dan heng could have ever prepared himself for, but the fact that it was your tombstone that he was leaving flowers for made his last words towards you sink a knife deeper in his heart.

how could he not have noticed your erratic heartbeat?

when you told him that you couldn’t see a future with him in it, he didn’t think that you meant you did not have a future.

all those months, dan heng refused to let the flurry of emotions overwhelm him, but maybe for this time, he could just blame the emotional downpour on the bleak cold weather.

"if you had told me you were dying, i would have stayed."

written by carlyle (@particular-one) copyright: all content belongs to particular-one on tumblr (2023)

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violet-dolboyob · 1 year

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GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURL

ME PRAYING FOR MY GEMS RN:

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violet-dolboyob · 1 year

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henlo, can i get on lilia vanrouge's taglist?

Vi's Taglist ♡

Hey everyone! I've finally decided to make one of these! Maybe you're already following me or have seen me around; if not, then welcome to my blog. ♡

I've been writing (mostly) Twisted Wonderland x Reader content for pretty much 3 years now and I think at this point a taglist would make sense.

If you're on the taglist; everytime I post a new work regarding the character of your choice, I will @ you under the post so you will be notified. To join the taglist, reply to this post, reblog it & state which characters you'd like to be tagged for or send me an ask! Please respect my DNI (see below ↓) before interacting with me to avoid being blocked instead.

╰┈➤ Riddle Rosehearts...

@rose-the-witch1 @themarsmaiden

╰┈➤ Ace Trappola...

@lxvebun

╰┈➤ Deuce Spade...

@lxvebun

╰┈➤ Trey Clover...

no one here yet...

╰┈➤ Cater Diamond

@lxvebun

╰┈➤ Leona Kingscholar

@moldy-cheeto @aivy-saur @honey-deerling @xxheartspadexx @yaamatic @omniscientdokja

╰┈➤ Ruggie Bucchi

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╰┈➤ Jack Howl

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╰┈➤ Azul Ashengrotto

@rose-the-witch1 @lxvebun

╰┈➤ Jade Leech

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╰┈➤ Floyd Leech

@honey-deerling @lxvebun @omniscientdokja

╰┈➤ Kalim Al-Asim

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╰┈➤ Jamil Viper

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╰┈➤ Vil Schoenheit

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╰┈➤ Rook Hunt

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╰┈➤ Epel Felmier

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╰┈➤ Idia Shroud

@mochinee

╰┈➤ Malleus Draconia

@moldy-cheeto @rose-the-witch1 @xxheartspadexx @endlessorrow @mochinee @curekibouka-writing

╰┈➤ Lilia Vanrouge

@curekibouka-writing @chernabogs

╰┈➤ Silver

@endlessorrow @curekibouka-writing

╰┈➤ Sebek Zigvolt

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╰┈➤ Dire Crowley

@honey-deerling @lxvebun

╰┈➤ Sam

@rose-the-witch1 @honey-deerling @omniscientdokja

╰┈➤ Mozus Trein

@honey-deerling

╰┈➤ Ashton Vargas

@honey-deerling

╰┈➤ Rollo Flamm

@xxheartspadexx

╰┈➤ Neige LeBlanche

no one here yet...

╰┈➤ All Characters

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violet-dolboyob · 2 years

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I need more Lilia x reader content! I’m hungry for more!!!

I’m so needy and a simp for hot papi gregrgeg ESPECIALLY GENERAL LILIA LIKE-

GENERAL LILIA YOU SAY??? WELL BOY OH BOY! I HAVE NEWS!

(Y/n) came from a rich family who managed to arrange them to marry Lilia Vanrouge, the well known and terrifying General. Although it isn’t (Y/n)’s choice, sadly they can’t refuse or do anything about it. However they surely will live a life full of respect and luxuries, but no love… Perhaps..

WHO WANTS TO BE TAGGED????

EPISODE ONE

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violet-dolboyob · 2 years

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Listen while reading.

Walking through the streets of Briar Valley, the day was gloomy as usual. Having bright days is rather rare, the place is always dark and gives this dangerous aura. And it is, it can be dangerous if you aren’t careful with who you mess with. Many dark fae don’t show mercy, but not all are bad.

It is true, there is good and bad, but in a place such as Briar Valley if you are too kind you are seen as weak and useless. That is unless you are wealthy and are part of a noble family because no one dares talk bad about them. The more power you have the more respect you gain. In way it’s stupid.

One doesn’t gain respect because of their status they gain respect because of what they do for others. However in a place such as this one, it doesn’t matter what one does.

Easily you would be considered weak if it wasn’t for the fact that you came from a very wealthy family. Through generations your family has been very well known for their riches and living a life filled with luxuries. Always wearing the finest materials and jewelry.

You wouldn’t say you are any different. Despite being nice you are also rather spoiled, but it’s normal when you have been surrounded with nothing but money growing up.

Your brother is the heir, you were born second. Your brother is married and you… Well, you aren’t nor are you even interested to begin with. You aren’t the one who will be the head of the household so why does it matter if you don’t have a partner?

And life is like that, simple. Nothing more nothing less.

“Ah! (Y/n), would you like to buy some bread? They’re fresh out of the oven,” Mrs. Harvey said “Plus I’m sure your father would appreciate some, it is after all his favorite!”

Smiling you nodded “I suppose you’re right, he has been working hard lately and some of his favorite bread should be in a way a reward for it.” you said as Mrs. Harvey handed you a bag filled with bread and paid her.

Mrs. Harvey shook her head “Oh my, he isn’t taking breaks I see. Hm, just like my husband.”

“Say, have your parents not yet found you a partner? Not to get into nobles’ business but at this point I would’ve expected for you to be already in an arranged marriage.” Mrs. Harvey said.

You quickly shook your head “Oh sevens no! And I pray that never happens. I don’t wish to be arranged with someone I don’t love, none the less don’t even know! Marriages like those don’t work out.”

The lady chuckled “Oh dear, you don’t have to love them, you’ll be living in a world full of luxuries to even care about love.” she said.

“True… But I already have everything, at some point all that money means nothing to me” you sigh “After all, having no one to love me or care for me feels lonely, no matter how much money I spend or have it won’t buy the emotional comfort one needs.” You explained.

Mrs. Hervey hummed “I suppose you are right about that, my dear.”

“I’m back!” You yelled as you entered the manor. Walking down the stairs was your mother and father with a nervous look on their faces bringing you into confusion.

“What is wrong?” You asked worried.

Your mother looked at your father before looking back at you “(Y/n)… You might not take this well but I promise things will turn out alright, trust me.” she said but that didn’t tell you what the problem was, it seemed like she was too hesitant to tell you; unsure.

“Whatever do you mean?” You asked.

This time your father spoke “(Y/n). Your mother and I have made a choice and even talked to him about it… He agreed. It’s been settled that you’ll marry General Lilia Vanrouge.”

Your heart sinked upon hearing those words coming from your father’s mouth. General Lilia Vanrouge, many stories have been told about him.

He is known across all countries, many have wrote about him, talked about him. He is a man everyone respects even the queen herself, for he is the one who has fought in many wars and won many metals, there hasn’t been a war he has lost in. Many say he is terrifying and harsh like a storm.

With such a powerful position it is only logical for him to be wealthy. And it is also logical as to why your parents would set you in an arranged marriage with him.

“But I don’t know him!” You exclaimed shocked.

“You will get to know him, (Y/n). He can’t be bad, I’m sure he’ll buy you anything you want and-” you interrupted your mother “I don’t care, mom!”

“How can you be so sure? I don’t even love him in the first place!” you argued.

Your father sigh “(Y/n) calm down. Who knows maybe you two will fall in love with each other. This isn’t even about love this is about business and money. Do you think that your mother and I knew or loved each other when we got married?”

“Money, of course it’s about money! I don’t care! I already have everything I want!” You yelled.

Your mother furrowed her eyebrows “Well too bad, you have no other choice! Tomorrow you better behave because the general will come either you like it or not!” she said.

“Ugh! I hate this stupid family” you muttered and stormed off.

Laying down your bed you cried in pure hatred and frustration. They do this to you just to keep their status high!? You despise them. Marrying the general would seem like a dream to others but you? No.

Who knows what the general is like, who knows how he looks like. He’s probably some cruel old man who won’t give a damn about you at all. It’s always like that.

There is no way a marriage like this one could work.

You’d rather die than marry him.

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violet-dolboyob · 2 years

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Diasomnia Wakes Reader Up From a Sleeping Curse

Gender-neutral reader, Hurt/comfort. Poll Winner.

Malleus Draconia

When he saw his beloved Y/N lying in their bed, he could feel both sadness and anger bubbling up in him. Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade had made a mistake in Potionology, and you were still paying the consequences of their own actions. The dragon fae gently took off his gloves and placed his hand delicately on your cheek, flinching at how cold your skin was.

If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought you were dead. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Your name and death did not belong in the same sentence, let alone together at all. No, you were merely asleep, and of that he was glad.

He knew the cure for the curse, and he was a bit happy that he knew of your feelings for him, but that didn’t particularly mean he was your true love. The fact that you two were courting didn’t mean anything in matters like this. However, there was no harm in trying to wake you up. So, the Crowned Prince of Briar Valley held your face gently as he leaned forward.

His lips gently brushed up against yours, staying there for a few seconds. He pulled back, and upon seeing that you hadn’t moved, his heart became very heavy. He turned away and started pulling his gloves on, when…

“Tsunotarou?”

Malleus had never turned around so quickly as he rushed back to your bedside. He helped you sit up, and his chest was pounding as you looked into his eyes. You reached your hand out and held the side of his face, and the fae prince moved his face to press a kiss to your palm. Oh, he had never been so relieved.

He quickly leaned forward and placed another kiss upon your lips, and he was so glad to feel you reciprocate the affection. The Diasomnia crew was waiting in the living room, and they all stood up when they saw their leader carrying you in a bridal carry, silently announcing that you were alright.

Don’t get him mistaken, though. He is definitely going to bring pain and suffering to Ace and Deuce for inflicting such a curse upon his beloved. If he could, they would probably be burnt to a crisp. But, he will inform the Headmage so that the troublesome duo can be punished properly.

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violet-dolboyob · 2 years

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new dnd character! drow echo knight, and only character in the party with any strength whatsoever

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violet-dolboyob · 2 years

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How have you used Azalin in your campaigns?

I'm currently planning a Ravenloft game and would love to use him as the main villain for it.

So, it depends on the campaign. I often use him as the main villain for campaigns that span across multiple Domains as his scheming often impacts the entire Core.

For example, I am currently running a game in which the characters are searching for the five fragments of Ezra’s shattered shield. Each piece of the shield has its own power associated with a Cleric Domain of Ezra’s and many of the faithful of Ezra believe if her shield is reforged it would not only have the power to protect one against the Legions of the Night (Ezra’s fancy term for the many evil creatures found in the Ravenloft setting), but control the Mists themselves. Azalin, naturally, is very interested in such an item. To control the Mists may allow him to escape, but he also wishes to use the Shield to destroy the Shroud around Necropolis and deal with ‘Death’ once and for all.

In this campaign, Azalin is mostly manipulating things in the background to ensure the characters are able to locate the various pieces of the shield. I plan to have him eventually reveal himself through Kargat agents that may or may not beat the characters to one or more of the shield fragments. He plans to acquire at least one for himself and offer to assist the characters in reforging it – he does have the means, after all and is one, if not the only person with said means.

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I’m actually working on a campaign set entirely in Darkon at the moment, but I won’t get into how I’m using him for that one as a couple of the players for it follow me here. However, here are some ideas on how you can use Azalin in a mostly or solely Darkon campaign:

1. Azalin isn’t really the type to deal with adventurers head on unless he has to, but he certainly is the type to manipulate them or even hire them into working towards his own goals. He easily can offer many things to a new group of adventurers in exchange for service. There’s the obvious gold, but he can also supply magical items, arcane tutelage, and a vast array of knowledge. Essentially, it would be a simple matter for him to determine what each character desires and offer it as payment. In doing so, the characters are indebted to him and perhaps some become loyal.

2. Since Azalin’s curse is to not be able to learn new spells, another way you can use him is to have him test potential Apprentices. He can set up tests of scholarly studies, complex puzzles, and deadly magical experiments and ensure they cross path with these potentials. Though, this obviously requires some sort of arcane caster in your group.

3. If you want a more hands-on Azalin, I recommend taking advantage of his ability to use his almost impenetrable illusions to appear as anyone. It is true that he typically only does so to appear as he did in life, but that does not mean he is limited to doing so. Whatever illusionary form he takes on, he could use to work directly or indirectly with the party.

4. You can assume that if a group gains Azalin’s attention, he knows their every move and is always one or more steps ahead of them. He can scry without being detected thanks to his special scrying orb that was made by the Three Hags of Tepest using a spell of Azalin’s own design and a shard of crystal taken from Bluetspur. He can see through the eyes of any of the undead in his Domain and there are a LOT of undead in Darkon. He also has Kargat spies everywhere – the Kargat are mostly made up of lycanthropes and vampires. And then there’s also the fact that he can freely dwell into the minds of anyone in his Domain.

5. If you wish to lean into Azalin’s motivations, his main one is to bring his son (Irik Zal’honan) back to life so he can have a second chance to raise him into the perfect heir. Read “perfect heir” as the tyrant Azalin became over the years. It is because of Irik that Azalin works to escape Ravenloft. He believes if he is able to break free of his prison, then his curse will be removed as well and he will finally be able to learn the spell to bring Irik back.

6. His second lesser motivation is his hatred of Strahd von Zarovich. He blames the vampire lord for causing the events that formed the prisons in the Mist and believes Strahd and Barovia are the linchpin that holds the Domains in place. If Strahd is somehow, permanently removed, Azalin theorizes that it may free them all.

7. Despite his curse, Azalin knows a ridiculous amount of magic and has become very creative with what he knows in order to work around the curse. The adventure “From the Shadows” has him collect adventurers’ heads, place them in magical jars, then send them back in time to collect a specific item for him from Strahd’s castle. If they fail, he sends them back over and over until they succeed, which is also pretty hilarious. So, get as creative as you want. Azalin can set up a group to experience some rather wacky adventures.

I could go on, but I think I’ll leave it at this before I write an entire dissertation on how to use Azalin in your games :D

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