EAT-YOU-ALIVE

Eat You Alive

This is literally a piece of something. I’m not certain about it yet, but I’m putting it up anyway while I work out this next Sins installment (I appreciate your patience, by the way!)…MAJOR WARNINGS for mentions of molestation, graphic violence and language.

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He’s crying now. They all do. It never fails.

I study him as his violent shaking becomes frightened trembling and his struggling becomes squirming. He stopped screaming a moment ago. Currents of sweat and tears pour from his distraught face. His cheeks puff out from time to time, as if he were about to spill his guts on the platform, but the rubber ball gag in his mouth prevents such an accident.

His imposing six-foot-two frame is smaller to me now as I watch him. Bound to a folding chair with metal cuffs and black bondage tape, his leather-tan skin gradually pales as he continues to bleed out into the swimming pool.

Somehow, it doesn’t seem to be enough.

Severing the primary fingers he used to violate his ten-year-old stepdaughter was fairly satisfying. Cutting all of them off so he could never harm her again, even more so.  

There’s a likely possibility that I might have gotten a little carried away with the industrial-strength scissors. But it seemed to get my message across.

Still, something seems…lacking.

Then, I see it. A gleam of silver in my kit. Always sharp. Always so reliable.

I lift it so that his eyes might catch the glint of light. They do. His stormy gray eyes cloud with terror.

I can’t help the wicked smile that appears on my face. He chose it for me.

A way to drive my point home.


“This just in: former Appellate Court Judge Johnson P. Kearns was found dead this morning. His body was discovered by a staff worker at the Don Nash Community Center on 71st Street, the grisly details left undisclosed to the public. Investigators suspect the killing is a premeditated act….”

So I didn’t trust him that much.  

Clemency was never one of my strong suits when it came to people like Kearns.

One more hypocrite asshole off the street, I mused over a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch watching the news.

“At this time, we are seeking out as many leads as possible.”

Oh. Hello, sexy Irish accent.

I looked up and took in the sight of a sharply-dressed man on my screen. I’d missed the name, sadly, but I could listen to that voice all day.

“We’re checking cameras and looking for potential eyewitnesses. If anyone has information pertaining to the case, call us, stop in, or send us a message. No matter what, your identity will be protected.”

Dark hair and sea-glass eyes too? Fuck me, is it Christmas already?

“…Kearns was 43 years old, and served as appellate court judge for only five years before resigning from office after accusations of child molestation surfaced. He is survived by his wife and their three children.”

What the fuck ever. They survived him. There’s a difference.

How many more will it take for people to see that these ‘victims’ are anything but? Frankly I lost the ability to care after the first four.

I can keep going. Maybe until that gorgeous detective with the beautiful eyes and sinful mouth cuffs me.

Doubt he’ll ever be that lucky. A shame, really.  

25 No/Low Cost Self Care Acts

1. Have a drink from your favourite cup/mug. Coffee. Tea. Hell, even plain water is nicer when it’s in your fave mug (and you’re probably dehydrated rn so get on that). Allow yourself the couple of minutes to drink it in entirety.

2. Visit the library. Seriously. Nothing says quiet me time like the quiet couches and a novel in a library.

3. Look up some topics on iTunes U and read up on them. You’ll feel accomplished when you learn about a new scholarly topic.

4. Check over your resumé. Anything need to be updated or polished? Do that now, it can come in handy if an opportunity comes knocking.

5. Call a beloved family member or close friend. I just called my aunt for the first time in a little while and honestly you feel a lot lighter and a lot warmer.

6. Listen to ASMR, Binaural Beats, or guided meditation. There’s ASMR and meditation videos on youtube for pretty much any need– general relaxation, reassurance, mock spa days…

7. Volunteer at the local animal shelter. Volunteering is proven to make you feel better about yourself, petting animals helps lower your blood pressure, and nothing compares to the love and gratitude from a dog or cat.

8. Randomly browse Wikipedia or WikiHow. Clicking the random article is always an adventure– probably a laughable one, but you might learn something new.

9. Clean out your closet. It’ll feel like a lot of weight is off your shoulders, and you can sell or donate pieces that are still in good shape.

10. Write out a list of things you like about yourself. It can be tricky at first, but write down whatever comes to mind, even though it may seem trivial. Put the list away for times when you are being too hard on yourself, or need some self love.

11. Movie night. Obviously. Netflix, Hulu, library… A lot of thrift and secondhand stores often have really cheap DVDs. Re-watch your faves, allow yourself a guilty pleasure, or choose something that looks laughably awful.

12. Have a bonfire. Check your local fire codes beforehand, first. A bonfire or a fire pit is extremely soothing, especially wrapped up in a blanket.

13. Meal Plan/Prep. You’re probably going to be cooking anyway, so setting aside a day or half a day to prep meals ahead of time helps free the rest of your schedule.

14. At-Home spa day. Wash your hair. Trim your nails. Soak your feet. Exfoliate.

15. Write letters. Especially to your grandparents if you’re emotionally close– it will make them feel really loved.

16. Sleep in or nap. No explanation needed.

17. Bake cookies or make eggless cookie dough. One serving of edible cookie dough uses only spoonfuls of ingredients you probably have at home.

18. Wash your pillowcases and linens. This is especially good if you’re like me and the depression is real. Washing sheets gets neglected but the feeling of fresh sheets makes everything suck a little bit less.

19. Forgive yourself. Acknowledge that past mistake that’s been eating you alive and accept the fact that you can’t change the past. You’re still growing, still learning.

20. Keep a happiness journal. Before bed, write three things that made you smile that day. Life won’t seem all that bad, and it’s a good way to de-stress.

21. Shamelessly sing and dance along to music you enjoy. That song you would TOTALLY kill on lip sync battle? Own it.

22. If you like makeup/skincare, go to your local sephora or drugstore that has a beauty section. Sephora does free mini makeovers if it’s not busy. At the drugstore makeup counter, ask the beauty questions that you’ve wanted answers to.

23. Remember to say “no.” Declining to do a favour or go on an outing you can’t currently justify or afford does not make you a bad person. It means you have boundaries and deserve respect.

24. Watch some game shows. Lots of channels have them, and there’s plenty of compilations on youtube.

25. Let it out in writing. Sometimes having it all out in black and white can make solutions easier to realize.

I believe in you all! Remind yourself that you’re a good person, and a bad bitch 💕

say you won’t let go | 02

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Summary: You’ve been eighteen years old for ten years when Jungkook first moves in.
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst; Roommate/Soulmate AU (In which you stop aging when you turn 18 until you meet your soulmate) 
Word Count: 9,494

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The next morning, you show up to work very early and very unannounced. Namjoon raises an eyebrow at your presence, having not expected you until later in the afternoon, but he must see a look in your eyes that you cannot figure out yourself, because he doesn’t speak about it. He simply lets you work, pretending as if the stress and anxiety isn’t threatening to eat you out alive as you shuffle back and forth across the floor.

You appreciate this, and are glad that Namjoon is selecting not to comment on your behavior, while it might be off-putting and slightly abnormal, it helps you stay distracted. In truth, leaving early for work had been a very conscious decision on your part, since it wasn’t necessarily putting a damper on your sleep schedule—you had only managed about an hour of proper before spending the rest of the evening just shifting about in your bed or pacing around the room.

Jungkook had still been sleeping around the 7:00 hour, which was perfectly fine with you. The conversation from the previous night plagues your mind if you let yourself stand still for too long, and you worry that if you were to look the boy in the eye right now while the feelings are still fresh, he would figure out what was on your mind immediately. You try to convince yourself that Jungkook doesn’t remember the conversation, that those things have just turned into faded and blurry specs in his memory, which helps in your distraction. It helps lessen your apprehension. With the potential of Jungkook pulling up a blank on his conversation with you, it leaves you believing that the simple factor of time was what you needed. It would give Jungkook the space to sleep off his hangover, as it would give you the space to sort through your own emotions and to train yourself into pretending that last night simply had not happened.

According to Hoseok, it’s not a very good plan. And he’s right. Your plans usually always have a way of coming back to bite you back on the ass. But you’re stubborn and afraid; the combination more than enough to control you into believing that this would be the best response to the situation.

Hoseok just shakes his head.

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Doubts swirling around you like a live wire.
The current so strong.
It’s chasing you back to back.
It wants to eat you alive.
It wants to inhale you in.
It wants to feed you to the wolves.
—  and that’s how you know, whatever you are pursuing is worth it. don’t fear doubts. fear giving up. // @abillionlittlethoughts
Dating Carlos De Vil Would Include...
  • Carlos would be an extremely sweet boyfriend 
  • Always putting your needs before his own 
  • He’d love surprising you with random gifts 
  • Taking in a rescue dog together to help him get over his fear but of course not telling him about the dog until you had already surprised him with it in his dorm 
    “Y/n why are you carrying that monster! It’s going to eat you alive!" 
  • All the VK loving the two of you together 
  • Being the most adorable couple in Auradon 
  • There wouldn’t be too much PDA involved unless sneaking long glances at each other from across the classroom counted 
  • Although the love is obviously there 
  • You two would result to being a more hand holding couple around campus 
  • Stealing his 3D printer on multiple occasions
    "I swear you only date me for the printer.”
    “No, I date you because you’re handsome and funny. The printer is just an excellent side benefit." 
  • Carlos can’t help but feel jealous whenever he sees Jay talking to you 
  • Cuddling together in his dorm room 
  • Playing with his hair 
  • Study sessions 
  • Playing Tourney and practicing fencing together 
  • Beating Carlos and him claiming he went ‘easy’ on you but you both secretly knew the truth 
  • Carlos would hold your hand whenever he notices you getting stressed 
  • Him opening up to you about his mother
    "Carlos I’m so sorry. I’ll never let anyone treat you that way again. You’re never going back to the Isle, I won’t allow it." 
  • But of course it happened eventually when the VK returned to bring Mal back to Auradon and you would sneak with over them 
  • Which Carlos would be furious about when he found out
    "Y/n what are you doing here? It’s not safe, you need to go back!”
    “I’m not leaving you here Carlos! I can help, so let me." 
  • And he’d settle for giving you the silent treatment once he realizes you aren’t budging 
  • Neither of you are good at holding grudges but he worked his hardest to maintain his hold
  • That was until Harry Hook approached you and struck up a flirtatious conversation 
  • Jay and Evie were sure they had never seen Carlos moved so quickly as he joined by your side 
  • He’d shoot daggers at Harry warding him off and after a while they would work 
  • Carlos then making you promise to stick by his side for the rest of the trip to the Isle of the Lost 
  • You two would hardly fight but when you did was over things like
    "Why did you give Dude a treat? He already had three!”
    And
    “Carlos, stop leaving your dirty disgusting Tourney clothes on the floor!" 
  • But you two would make up with sweet little kisses 
  • Being each other’s date for all the coronations and celebrations you two attend 
  • Carlos having Evie design and create a dress for you for your birthday 
  • Him feeling like he’s not good enough for you
    "I’m a villain’s son… I’m no better than her. You deserve to be with someone like Chad- well preferably a little brighter but someone who was born from light and not darkness like me.”
    “Carlos you’re not your mother. You have so much light inside of you and that’s why I love you!" 
  • He’d be supportive of everything you do just as you are to him
  • Him sneaking into your dorm room late one night just to talk
    “Sorry I couldn’t sleep and my mind kept going back to you. I just needed to see you and ask you a very important question." 
    “What is it, Carlos?”
    “Why does a round pizza come in a square box? Also why doesn’t glue stick to the inside of the bottle?”
    “So this is what keeps you up at night.”
  • Jay, Mal and Evie teasing Carlos endlessly for how lovestruck he acts around you 
  • But he didn’t care because he had you and that’s all he ever wanted

- Daizy xx

teenage fever ❖ baekhyun (3)

❝These are three categories of forbidden love that we find in Literature and Philosophy the most❞


admin : - velvet
genre: baekhyun! philosophy uni professor au, age gap (if you don’t like, please don’t read), angst, slice of life and fluff + a lot of sexual tension! 

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4


When you came back home in the evening both your sister and Mr. Byun were gone, the clock signed four pm, your mom was doing the dishes - which meant that Hye Jin and Baekhyun just left - and your father went back in your parents’ room to rest a bit as usual.

When you came back home your mother gave you a tired smile, but didn’t ask you what happened and why you looked so sad, she barely asked you if you were doing okay, since she knew that the real reason of your escape wasn’t your ‘not feeling too good’. That evening you went back in your room and thought about him, thought that Hye Jin was more important than a man and even if it meant seeing him with her, you still couldn’t do such a thing to your younger sister. You went down to have dinner and your mother let you know that Hye Jin was staying at Baekhyun’s, so when you ran to your room to prepare for a long sleep, you couldn’t help but think that just as he kissed you, now he was going to kiss her and probably to make love to her and share his own bed with her.

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Single - Part 2

Summary: Dean tries to plan a camping trip for his son and the reader doesn’t make it easy for him.

Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,578

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“Dean!” Sam’s been pounding on his brother’s front door for minutes now but there’s been no answer. Which is odd considering his precious Impala is parked right in the driveway.

Sam forgoes being polite and proceeds to barge in using his spare key. He’s met with the sound of Metallica’s Fade To Black blaring throughout the house.

The younger Winchester peeks into the backyard and he spots his nephew Drew running around. Sam decides to say hi first before tracking down his brother.

“Hey kid!”

“Uncle Sam!” Drew races right over with his large Rottweiler Spike close behind.

“What’s with the music, buddy?” Sam wonders scratching Spike behind the ears.

“Dad’s stressed out.” Drew rolls his eyes making his uncle laugh.

“Over what?”

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My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that.

Natalie Dormer as Alice and Sebastian Stan as the Mad Hatter

Black Butterflies

It’s been ages since I wrote drama or angst so here it is. Tell me what do you think about it.! Enjoy. Part 2

Word count :: 2037 


Lie. Every single word he told you was a lie. From the moment you noticed the changed in his sudden behavior you knew that were something going on off the track. But you never thought that it would create such a big mess, leading you both to the current situation.

You knew that marriage wasn’t easy. You knew that in this aspect of life you both were gonna have fights. In order to have attraction post positive and negative traits are required. So did marriage. In order to work properly there has to be fights and loves to make up for it. A few months into it, you both promised that you and Harry are never gonna  fight, you both swore to always have faith in each other, but somethings never go according to the plan. They turn out who the they’re suppose to be.

Love was nowhere found now. There were only fights and fights. Shouting and screaming that’s all you did. Sometimes your throat used to get sore because of that. You didn’t enjoyed going back to your house just to see your husband sprawled on the couch doing nothing anymore. It all started to bother you.


You hated Mondays. You weren’t being able to get enough rest on weekends due to Rose and Noah. Noah just started his school and he needed a lot of attention due to his homework. Though Harry was there to help but you were’t the only one who was being shouted at but your kids were also. When the first time Noah and Rose told you how Harry always was on his phone and when they asked him to help them with their homework, he yelled at them saying ‘Go ask your super mum for help’. Poor Noah started crying and since that day they both refused to lean upon Harry for anything. They were completely dependent upon you now. They even refused to have anything purchased from his money.

You heels were digging underneath your feet and your back was paining from the long day at work spent in giving presentation. Being the CEO of the firm wasn’t easy but you were proud of your position, at least it helped you to earn enough for you and your kids to eat and live peacefully.

You opened the door of your house and the every fist thing you saw was how very untidy it was. Harry wasn’t from the messy ones but he changed. Groaning you bent down and picked up the dirty socks which greeted you.

“Noah ! Rose!!” You called for your kids but got nothing in reply. The house was empty and quite and had a pin drop silence. The only thing which could be heard was of the typing sound that probably was coming from the living room where Harry laid on the couch. His eyes dug in his phone glistening the green color. God he was beautiful. Only if he knew how much Harry was hurting you.

There was a time when Harry feared hurting you. He couldn’t bear the tears in your eyes but now it seemed like he quite enjoyed doing that.

You cleared your throat grabbing his attention. His eyes moved from his phone to your direction and went back to the gadget. This hurt you. Everything he did hut you.

“Where are the kids?” You asked folding your arms around your chest.

“I sent them t’ your parent’s house” he replied still busy in typing.

“Why?”

“They were bugging meh” And this was enough to set you off verge. Without thinking any further, you straight away snatched the phone from his hand and slammed it down on the table breaking the tempered glass covered screen of it.

Harry shot up immediately. His face red from anger and you prepared yourself from the outcome of it.

“What the fuck are yeh doin??!!” he shouted picking up his phone.

“What important work were you doing Harry that made you sent our kids away from us!?” You yelled walking to him.

“Well if you would’ve taught your kids some manners” Seriously. Your kids. This time it punched you in the kids. He was a complete different man. It was okay till it all was till you but now it was for his kids as well. The poor little thing, always kept asking what’s wrong with their day, why doesn’t he loves them anymore. Noah always prayed to god to forgive them that made his father hate him. They cried for him every day. And Harry standing in front of you now eve neglected to cal his own kids his.

You cried as you fell on your knees with a loud thud. Harry’s face turned to you as he saw your trembling figure on the ground. Your sobs were loud and painful enough for him to realize what he’s done.

You could feel your heart being squeezed to death. The pain in your chest grew heavy with you’ve been carrying from months now. The faith you had, believed that one day everything will be okay seemed to be gone replaced by the dark reality of this illuminated house that had nothing but two stranger with memories inside it.

“Y/n…” Harry whispered kneeling down beside you. His cold hands coming in contact with you as you were being pulled to his chest. Instantly wrapping your arms around him after what felt like decades, you sobbed. Everything at that time made you cry. It was his skin, his scent, his soul.

“Why?” You cried.

“Why do you keep doing this?” You tightened your grip as harry rested his chin on the top of your head. Warm droplets of tears landing on your head. He was crying. Why was he crying when he was the one hurting you. Furious to get the answer you pulled away.

“You have no right to cry!” You roared standing up. Tears yet continued to fall.

“You aren’t the one hurting here, you aren’t the one being bombarded by their kids’ questions why daddy isn’t loving them anymore. Y-you aren’t the one getting broken day by day” You whispered the last part. And it was true. Everyday a little piece of you was gone. The pain was eating you alive. You heart was already crushed and the remaining was yet to be. All the butterflies were dead. They were killed by the only person who created them.

“Why are you standing dumb? Tell me!” You shouted.

“i CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE” Harry yelled. You laughed sarcastically.

“I should be the one saying that. Why cant you do this anymore? Sick of me already. Bored ?” You asked huffing.

“Because i feel like I can’t love yeh anymore. It’s just too much for meh right now. What do ya think? This all isn’t hurting meh huh?”

“Then why’re you doing this? We can fix this mess Harry” You pleaded holding his hands.

“Yeh deserve better m’love” He said looking away holding his tears. His chin started to wobble and tears fell down his cheek. You stood on your toes to hug him. Harry squeezed your body to his hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His warm cheeks wetting your skin.

“I want you baby. No body else.” You cried

“i want yeh happy”

“I am happy with you! Look I am smiling” you cried trying to put a fake smile on your lips but failed miserably as the cries and whimpers took over. Shaking his head, Harry turned his back to you.

“I want a divorce.”

Divorce.

You felt air being sucked out of your lungs. After all this time, you thought he’d understand how you all are a family and how much you love him but he doesn’t seems to like that plan. But he liked to end and conclude the fight with an agreement of divorce.

Later that night you found yourself awake, eyes heavy and swollen with tears starring emotionless at the ceiling that had night glow moon and stars stickers on it. The bedroom still smelled the same as it used you during your childhood says. Walls had lots of memories printed on it that only you could see.

You blinked away the tears missing how happy you were being a kid. No drama, no pain. Just love and affection of your parents. You missed how they nurtured you and bought up so well. A whimpered left your mouth when you realized how unlucky Noah and Rose were. They wouldn’t get any of that. They won’t be able to have the fatherly love that you had when their own father refused to call them his. You muffled your cries putting a hand over your mouth as the memories started to hit.

“What do you think it is gonna be H?” You asked holding your bump admiring yourself in the mirror. You were going to find out the gender of the baby. The whole day Harry’s been excited and now he was getting ready to the doctor.

Smilingly, he walked to you and wrapped his arms around your waist putting his hands on top of your, his head resting on your shoulder as he placed a warm kiss on your cheeks.

“I think it’s a baby girl. Pretty and beautiful like her mummy” He said softly nuzzling his face in your neck. And for the fifth time that day you felt his warm tears on your skin.

“God gonna love the baby and yeh forever. I ain’t ever gonna leave yeh poppet.”

The pain was unbearable.

You eyes were tired of crying but the memories kept haunting you.

“God I’m scared” You said as you laid on the bed with your head on Harry’s chest.

“wha’s wrong peaches?” Harry asked, his chest vibrating under your ear with every word he spoke

“I’m scared of getting married” You said

“why?”

“because people always end up getting drifted away or falling out of love and ending up with a divorce. I cant bear the pain of getting a divorce.”

“Who said yeh’re gonna get a divorce huh? I’m never gonna leave yeh. Hear tha’? He said and you perched up a little so that you can have a sight of his lovely face.

“You think we’ll get married?”

“I know we will and i know we’ll make it to the end as well” He said and connected his mouth to yours.

Liar. He was a liar, his love was a lie.

All that time he promised to love you and cherish you forever was fake. He made promises just to break them. He promised to take care of his kids but what he actually did? Turned his back to them.

You couldn’t help but blame yourself for causing it. Maybe it was you because of him he got away. Maybe it was you who wasn’t there for him? But how could it be you when all you did was love him with all you have.

You closed your eyes tight to get rid of the haunting memories when you heard the door open and close and soon there was a little human cuddling to your side. You rolled on your back and found rose who immediately wrapped her arms around you and hide her face in your chest. Her wet tears strained pressed up against tightly your skin as she continued to sob.

“I-I don’t wanna a new mommy” she cried.

“new mommy” You asked slightly confused to as what the little girl was saying.

“Y-yesterday when I was playing in my room and went to kitchen for juice I-I saw a big gwirl like you kissing daddy” She cried at the end because she always knew that the only person Harry kissed that way was you and seeing him kissing some other woman who wasn’t you hurt her. You couldn’t feel anything that moment as numbness too over your half alive soul.

“Her name was Kristine.”

So it was Kristine who made it difficult. But if Harry was happy then why can’t you?

saturn ❖ jongin

You wanted to understand why that boy looked so disgusted by your presence and why he ran away so clearly from your body.



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fanfiction, high school love, jongin! ocd, fluff, smut (in future) | velvet

✎ He made love in the best way a man could, he did it as if making love was showing to her his true self. When he was making love he was different, he was messy, he didn’t check things twice, he was another person, his body was sinuous and not stiff, he was happy. When he made love to her he was free from his nightmares, from his mind. 

[Warning: If you’re not comfortable with the topic of OCD, please don’t read]


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Your memories will eat you alive in the Channel Zero: No-End House trailer. The anthology series’ second season will premiere on September 20 on Syfy.

Amy Forsyth, Aisha Dee, and John Carroll Lynch star. Steven Piet (Uncle John) directs all six episodes. Nick Antosca, who was behind Channel Zero: Candle Cove, returns as showrunner.

Based on Brian Russell’s Creepypasta story, the synopsis is as follows:

Margot Sleator is a young woman who visits the No-End House, a bizarre house of horrors that consists of a series of increasingly disturbing rooms. When she returns home, Margot realizes that everything has changed.

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being in a two year relationship with jeon jungkook never made you think that he would cheat on you

pairing: jungkook x reader ft. seokjin
genre: angst 
word count: 1.5k
warning/s: none

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