seriously over my head in this pattern making stuff.... it's just too much fun.

The Scarf, cont’d.

(Part 1)

More from the fiber witch!Dex ‘verse, since it got so much interest. Honestly, this could have been even longer, but this part hit 4k and got to a nice endpoint (and I’ve been working on it all week), so I’m cutting off here… for now. I even went so far as to download pictures off my real camera for the first time in months just to illustrate this.

But y’all. There’s kissing. I mean, it’s me, so it’s still entirely T, but kissing. Don’t say I never did anything for you.


“Are you sure about this?” Nursey asked.

Dex looked up from the weird new binding off he was trying to do on the pair of fingerless gloves currently on his needles. “Yes? I invited you to come, and I meant it.”

“…’kay,” Nursey said, but in a tone that had Dex rolling his eyes and setting the whole mess of glove and needles to the side so he could roll forward on his knees and really look at Nursey where he was sitting on the floor in front of Dex’s bed.

“Do you not want to go?”

Nursey kept playing with the ridiculous kid’s potholder loom Dex had bought him at a craft store when he accidentally unwound one ball of yarn too many going through Dex’s stash. “No, I do.”

“But?”

“But you don’t really talk about your hometown that much, and I’m, like, worried? I guess? Because I know it’s a small town, and I know you don’t really think about it, but I’m gonna kinda… stick out. And I didn’t know if you were starting to regret asking me.”

Dex blinked. “Oh. No, that’s not going to be a problem. I swear to you, they have seen black people in Maine before. But, um, there is probably something I should talk to you about.” He settled back on the bed nervously. “Can you… can you come sit up here so I can see you when I tell you this?”

Nursey put the loom down and moved to sit cross-legged on the bed facing Dex. Dex could see him letting his whole “chill” thing take over and knew he must be freaking Nursey out, so he just took a breath and plunged into it.

“So, yes, my town is different. But not like you think. It’s not that I don’t talk about it because I’m ashamed or anything. It’s just… hard to explain.” The string he always carried in his pocket had made its way into his hand, and he wove his fingers through it nervously. “We’re witches.”

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You’re Mine (John x Reader)

A/N: School sucks. Anyway- Hello reader-chans! Here’s the John x Reader. I might have to move Sam’s for next week’s because of homework :(. Anyway, enjoy!

Word Count: 2,157

Warnings: smuuut

Originally posted by ifellinlovewithabrokenheart


You couldn’t sleep. It was alright with you though, having dealt with insomnia for the years you’ve found monsters exist. Currently you’re laying on a lumpy motel mattress, staring into the darkness. The bed didn’t really help your aching body. You were pretty sore after the intense hunt. And exhausted after the aftermath. You roll your eyes. John Winchester is a stubborn man, especially when it comes to help. Cleaning his wounds was no walk in the park. It’s like the man didn’t know what an infection was. You mentally complain, wondering why you’re even here in the first place. 

John and the boys dragged you along with them and you were sure it was mainly because of your medical skills since being an ex nurse. A bonus was also you had experience in hunting battlefield, so you came along for the ride. You had an issue when it came to turning them down. Probably since they almost always end up severely injured or close to death. For them to die was something you really didn’t think the world needed. You curl up further into the blankets, pondering over some other things. 

The brothers had taken quite a liking to you. Sam kept it dialed down, whilst Dean made it completely obvious. They both wanted to talk to you any free time they got. Dean, more so to charm you. He would flirt with you almost all the time. Random compliments, flirtatious smiles, sexy eyes. It was…overbearing to say the least. Sam just enjoyed having conversations with you. You challenged him, he challenged you. You both had fun with your ‘nerd arguments’ as Dean called them. It was fun and you enjoy both of their companies equally. 

But John…you aren’t sure where you stand when it comes to John. He wasn’t much of a speaker. You found he likes to observe and listen rather than talk. He has sometimes had the misfortune to watch and listen to some of Dean’s many inappropriate comments towards you at the bars you’d all crash after a rough hunt. Embarrassment would cloud your mind and it would take some drinks just to numb that feeling. However, you’ve also seen the many rare and beautiful smiles that would curve his lips while you and Sam playfully argued or while the boys themselves argued over the dumbest things, to which you would have to intervene and calm them down. Not to forget the bullheaded stubbornness when he refused to clean and treat his injuries. Or when he argued. But there were moments you’d get a test to his mind and see how truly smart of a man he is. Those were the ones you cherished the most besides his smiles. ‘He doesn’t realize what an impact he has on us all.’

You lift the covers off your body, cringing as it feels like sandpaper against your skin. You sit up on the edge of the bed, hunching over a bit. ‘It has been one hell of a day.’ You raise yourself up on your feet, stretching despite the aching pain. The sounds of a sleeping John comfort you a little. He was currently passed out on the couch. ‘I need a massage.’ And a separate room. It was awkward to have a male presence with you, since you’ve lived alone for such a long time. But the brothers share their own room together and you guess you had to share yours too. You silently walk into the small kitchenette, turning on a dim light so you can somewhat get a visual of it and not wake up the grumpy dad. 

You were looking for a cup, craving some tea. Balancing on the tips of your toes, you manage to raise yourself up to a cabinet, quietly taking out a big ceramic mug. ‘Score!’ You softly close the cabinet door afterwards and fall back on the flats of your feet, lightly setting the mug on the countertop. You hope you’re being quiet enough. A cranky John is a no fun John. ‘Experience that firsthand everyday.’ You silently applaud yourself. ‘Thank you thank you. I’ll be here for a while.’ You prep up some water, setting it in a pot and on the small stove. You wait for it to boil. ‘I wonder how John is in bed.’

‘Wait what.’

 You shake your head. ‘Did I seriously just…’ You swallow. You were thinking about how the oldest Winchester was in bed and he’s lying just a few feet away from you. John, in his own way, is ruggedly handsome and you’ve noticed for the years you’ve hunted with him. Not that the boys weren’t without their appeal (Especially to Dean since he’s tried so hard) but to you, they were inexperienced. You preferred more…seasoned lovers if you will. A blush faintly stains your cheeks. It’s been awhile. ‘I need to stop.’ You watch the water as it slowly comes to its boiling point, carefully taking the pot and pouring the water into the cup. It was complicated since there was no coffee maker. ‘It’s strange, yes.’ You take the tea packet and then put the tea bag into the water, laying the string over the edge of the mug. You dunk it a few times as well to help it brew. You were so focused on your task you hadn’t noticed it had gone completely silent. 

Strong arms encircle your waist, catching you off guard. You let out an awkward noise, flinching. ‘Who are you?!’  “John?!” You manage to choke out, your hands gripping tightly on his forearms. You feel his salt and pepper patterned beard scrape against your cheek as his face brushes past yours. You then feel the small pleasure as his lips caress your neck, planting kisses and sucking the skin softly. A small gasp falls from your lips and you reach your hand to run it through his hair. ‘Wait why- what is he doing- what about my tea though-’ Too many questions zoomed past your mind. “Wait John-” You quickly get out, pushing yourself out of his grip. You turn to him. His hair is sticking up in every direction and he’s staring at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. Your mouth was suddenly dry. Other places- not so dry. Clearing your throat you decide to ask, “Why?” He walks over slowly and places his hands on your hips, tugging you towards. A blush ignites your cheeks. “That’s not an answer John. Unfortunately I’ll need you to voice your response.” 

You notice your voice has raised a pitch. John smiles a bit, looking down at you. “You’re adorable.” You glare a bit, blush spreading. Your hands rest on his shoulders. A serious expression crosses his features and you start to listen. “Y/N. I’ve wanted to do this- you- for quite a while. And before you assume, no- it’s not because I just want your body as sexy as it may be. It’s who you are as a person that gets me. You fight the fight, you’re so great with the boys and I’ve never smiled as much as I have with you. So rather than just your body, can I have your heart, soul and mind to call my own?” He waits for answer. ‘Are…did…yes.’ Your mouth was having an issue with forming words. Instead, you grab his face, pulling him down for an intense and heated kiss. You feel John’s chest rumble in a growl. You simply hum in response, nipping his bottom lip. 

He picks you up without acknowledging he wanted to do so, making you break the kiss to awkwardly squawk yet again. You quickly wrap your arms comfortably on his broad shoulders. He rests his forehead against yours. “I love the small noises you make.” You hear him mumble, causing you to crack a smile. ‘Whatever.’ He tugs at your sleep shirt, staring soulfully into your eyes. You lick your dry lips, balancing your weight and taking off your shirt in his arms. He continues to gaze into your eyes, finding his way over and sitting on the edge of the bed. Your legs relax a bit, ankles resting on the sheets. You feel his lips again connect to the sensitive flesh that is your neck. You let out a soft moan, carding your fingers through his hair. Soon, John stops to take a nice look at your chest. Your top glory was out for him to see. You flush up as his eyes flick up to yours, so many loving emotions swirling in his irises. A big, warm hand cups your left breast, driving away your attention from his eyes as you close yours. “No no. Open your eyes pretty girl.” He drawls, rolling your nipple between his index finger and thumb. You do as told. You refrain from making too much noise, letting small breaths here and there. John watches you the whole while, gaze varying from your breasts to your face. ‘He’s so much in control.’ Soon enough, you feel the undeniable bugle as his arousal presses against your bosom. Your eyes widen a bit. ‘Oh god.’ You feel his mouth latch itself onto a breast, causing you to squeak out in surprise. It’s followed by a moan soon after. ‘If he continues this, I might just break.’ Mewls and small sounds drop from your mouth as he transitions from both breasts, giving each one an equal amount of attention. 

 His shirt came off next. You ran your hands lightly and softly down his built body, feeling his chest hair and admiring the old scars that marred his torso. All the while, he pecks your cheeks, nose, forehead and lips. You lightly chuckle before you feel him throw you onto the bed once he had enough of your fondling. “Alright baby girl. Time to get to the good stuff.” John rumbles, tugging off your pajama shorts and underwear in one go. You quickly cover your folds from his eyes, feeling a little shy and embarrassed. He looks to you, understanding making its way through his gaze. “It’s ok Y/N. I promise I won’t bite,” He winks, a smirk making its way onto his face. “Unless you want me too.” You snort, rolling your eyes. You feel a bit better now. 

Swallowing, you lean back, spreading your legs and exposing yourself. John himself got down to his boxers, erection straining through them. He turns to look to what all is you. “And to think underneath all those clothes such a fine figure was hidden.” John says, looking over all of you. You anxiously smile as he takes off his remaining article of clothing. ‘Hope it’ll fit.’ He lays himself down on his stomach comfortably, gripping your thighs and yanking you towards him, mouth colliding with your pussy. A loud moan immediately exits your mouth, hands curling into the sheets. His beard tickled your soft inner thighs. His fingers crept up and in, thrusting themselves in and out and scissoring to ready you for him. Moans and groans left your mouth automatically, no filter whatsoever. The coil in your belly tightens and you feel your climax slowly making itself known. It was then John stopped, lifting himself up and lining up to your entrance. He coats himself in your slick, watching you as you whimper. “You ready my darling Y/N?” He asks, pausing momentarily. ‘Of course.’ You nod.

Then inch by agonizing inch, his moves his way inside you. You jaw goes slack and your mouth opens in a silent moan. ‘Holy fuck.’ He grunts, moving his way until his reaches the hilt. Your eyes hit the back off your skull. You feel so full. “How’s it down there?” John groans, looking down at your pleasure-filled face. “S-Start moving then! Please?” You struggle to speak, pressure rising in your lower belly. He nods, moving out then back in, creating a pace. You moan, trying to keep it quiet so the brothers don’t hear you next door. You bite your thumb to insure so. But John doesn’t seem to like that idea. He begins pinching and rubbing your clit, making it more difficult to withhold your sounds. Somehow, you succeed in being somewhat silent until John snaps his hips into yours. You let out a half scream finally, clawing the bed sheets. “Don’t keep those noises to yourself princess. I enjoy them too.” John growls, setting out a punishing pace. Your mouth goes slack in a silent scream. Long moans and groans occasionally fall out of it as well. Eventually the pleasure comes too much for you to stand and you cum, calling out John’s name. John follows soon after, grunting out your name. You both lay there, sweaty, tired messes.

“News flash- all people need to sleep! So quiet down!” You hear Dean’s muffled, embarrassed voice seep through the wall. 

 You and John only laughed the awkwardness away.

I’m Sorry (fluff)

 @dontwannacryuhoo and Anon asked if I would be making a part two. :)

Title: I’m Sorry (Jungkook)
Genre: Fluff (for real this time), splash of angst
Words: 1339
A/N: So…here goes the part two of Confession. I never really thought of making a second part because I wanted it to really end in that brutal manner. But to all those readers who resort to happy endings and bursts of sunshine and smiles (bleh), here you go. This was inspired by Halsey’s Sorry. Enjoy!

p.s.  a scene was inspired by I’ll Give You the Sun. It’s a beautiful book, really. It’s the only book I’ve read with a gay guy as the protagonist. Also, I’m so sorry, this is not that good…I think.

Confession


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

You were beyond mad. Your friend had dragged you to a party where, apparently, he was also attending. It was all good until you saw him among the group. Your whole body trembled at the sight of him, remembering the painful rejection. You never expected him to be so oblivious of how you felt. He could have rejected you in the most normal way but no, he acted as if you asked him whether he liked apples or not.

How could a nice guy like him set aside your feelings as casually as possible? He’s not nice after all, you thought.

That’s why you decided to avoid him every chance you could. You deleted his number, studied his schedule and patterns so that you won’t be at the same places, you declined group meetings, you hid everywhere. You basically pulled yourself away from social interaction with anyone because anyone you were friends with, he was friends with too.

How is it that the world sounds so small?

Jungkook gives you a faint smile and you pretend to be looking past him. Your heart was still mending itself and it would do no good to look at him and force a smile. Smiling suddenly felt painful for you.

“How dare you,” you say through gritted teeth.

Your friend only shrugs and places an arm around you, “You need to get out and start falling for others. Besides, he’s only just a crush, right?”

You look at her and wonder. Was he just a crush?

“You’ll get over him just like Taylor Swift does,” your friend clicks her tongue and sits you on the floor with your group of friends. Your hand instantly reaches for the bag of chips in front of you. You feel another brush against yours and you look at the owner. Jungkook.

“Sorry, I–” you say but stuff your mouth with food. You don’t want to talk to him. Ever.

“Yeah…” he says, rather awkwardly. Has he finally gotten it into his senses that rejecting someone didn’t work easily? You go back beside your friend and try to chew your food, earning an eye-roll from her. You didn’t care because your heart was beating so fast you couldn’t hear anything.

He’s just a crush He’s just a crush He’s just a crush He’s just a crush.

The host, a member of your group of friends, had decided to start a game of charades. It was all fun and laughs. For a moment, you forgot that the dorky guy who was impersonating a seagull in front of you was your heartbreaker. That was when the charades had turned into monopoly into writing your names with your butt into truth or dare.

Everything was happy. You were dared to drink a shake that was made up of weird and unlikely ingredients. It was awful but you felt crazy and happy. You even laughed at Jungkook’s hilarious conversations with the local department stores. It was so good to be back with your friends.

You lay your head against your friend’s shoulder while chanting with the others, waiting for the bottle to stop spinning. The game was nearing its end. It stopped in front Taehyung. You weren’t that close to him but you knew he was Jungkook’s closest friend. He was also one of the cool and funny kids so you cheered for him.

“Hmm, I dare you to…to take the prettiest girl inside my dressing room and stay there for seven minutes,” the host says. Everyone cheers at this and Taehyung turns red.

“Taehyung,” you all chant at him. He stands up walking around. To your surprise, he grabs your arm and before you could protest, he drags you inside the dressing room.


You lean yourself against the wall, trying to even your breath. You stare at the boy who was leaning against the wall in front of you.

“What was that for?!” you say. “I don’t even really know you.”

Taehyung looks at you and smiles. You wait for him to speak but nothing comes out.

“Are you going to speak or not?”

His smile falters and he becomes awkward. You take back saying that he was cool. “Oh, uh…uh, do you want to talk about the history of pants?”

“What?!” you breathe.

“I mean, we have to spend seven minutes in the room wisely, y’know.” he shrugs. He is a weird boy, you conclude.

“No…do you…like me?” you say, turning red at your question.
Taehyung laughs at this and you close your eyes in embarrassment. Was this another painful rejection?

“No, I don’t,” he says. “But someone does…”

You open your eyes at this. “Who?”

Someone likes you?

“Won’t say,” he smirks. “Let’s wait for him to be jealous and come out, shall we?”

You only managed to nod.

“So about pants…?” Taehyung starts and you laugh at this. You smile at him, “I think it starts with the Romans…”

You and Taehyung pretended to be dazed and dizzy once you were out of the room. Both of you mentally giggled at their baffled expressions when neither answered the questions properly. Your friend raises an eyebrow at you and Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.

You decide to stay on the balcony and let everything sink into you. You walk outside and lean towards the railing, and stare at the stars.

“Hey,” you hear someone say. You look back to see Jungkook leaning beside you.

“Hey,” you only say. You put your arms over your chest in an attempt to hide your beating heart. Why can’t it ever stop?

“What’re you thinking?” Jungkook looks at you, making you feel weird.

“Nothing…just a while ago,” you smile. You felt comfortable with Jungkook. That was one of the reasons why you fell for him. He made you feel like yourself and feel happy. And still, no matter what had happened, you still felt the comfort he brought.

“Oh…with Tae?” he says, never taking his eyes off you. You chuckle at the question.

“Can you be more direct?” you tease.

You didn’t expect him to take it seriously, “Didyoukiss?”

Your head jerks at him, making you two face each other so close. Your heart was definitely going to rip itself out of your chest.

Then you remember what had happened.

“Why would it matter?” you sigh and distance yourself away from him. You mutter a goodbye and start to leave but he takes your hand. Your eyes widen at this.

“Don’t. Please. Don’t leave me again,” he says.

“I don’t understand, I never left you,” you say. His hand felt warm.

“I’m sorry I never realised that I like you so much. I’m sorry I didn;t process your words before. I’m sorry I was too ignorant. I never thought someone would fall for me, Y/N,” he says, tears forming in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, okay. I never realised that your absence would leave my heart empty and alone. I miss you so much that I realised how special you are to me. How much I like you.”

“Jungkook…”

“And now, Taehyung comes sweeping you off away from me because I’m a coward. I’m too shy to tell you how I feel. I’m so sorry,” he says, releasing your hand and running a hand through his hair.

“Jungkook.” you firmly say, making him face you. “Nothing happened, it was just me and him talking about the history of pants.”

His mouth makes an ‘o’ shape, and you chuckle at this. You wrap your hands around his neck and tiptoe and hug him. You inhale his cologne, sending your brain into a dizzy state. You tightly hug him and you could feel his heart beating so fast too.

“I would reject you and make you feel my suffering but I still like you,” you mutter, making Jungkook grin and hug you back. “Y/N,” he whispers and kisses your cheek. You scrunch your nose and smile at this.

Well, this was one heck of a confession. One too late. The other too early.

The day Ed went to work after a day off…

(Just a little something I thought while trying to write the last part of the Medieval - Dragon Shapeshifters!AU in which Trisha goes momma bear on the bad guys ass.

*sighs* That one started so well, I don’t know why i’m having so many problems now. But I will fight it and I will win. I hope.)

This is related to the Police Special Forces!AU I posted a few days ago.

Anyways, bellow the cut we have a crappy prompt I wrote that explains, Kinda, the doodle attached to this post.

Ed is supposed to be tanned, his hair is lighter and he got freckles after 3 hours exposed to the sun.

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Seriously, I really do.

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Everlasting Party - Mystic Messenger Time Loop AU (pt 21)

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Summary: You’re caught in a time loop during the 11 days leading up to the RFA’s party unless you can do… what, exactly?

13+. Small spoilers for an event common to Yoosung, Seven, and Zen’s routes.

Busy week so this chapter’s a little later than usual, but it’s also pretty long. Thanks for reading!


You glance up at the security camera above the door to the apartment as you shift your grocery bags to one hand so you can type in the passcode. Briefly you wonder if you ever make eye contact with Seven when you look at the cameras. Well, you doubt he’s keeping an eye on them 24/7. Maybe he just has it set up to notify him if a stranger comes by or something. The only stranger you can think of doesn’t seem to have any trouble hacking the security feeds, though… Ugh.

There’s a click as the door unlocks and you nudge it open with your hip, using your foot to shut it behind you as you enter the apartment. You flick the lights on and give the desk a wide berth on your way to the kitchen to set your groceries down on the counter. You didn’t buy much – there’s hardly any point in stockpiling ingredients for later – but you do have a few vegetables, snacks, and other foods now. At the very least, you never have to worry about something going bad before you get the chance to use it.

Somewhere deep in your purse, your phone rings. You set down the milk you were about to put in the fridge and dig around in your bag until you find it, barely glancing at the caller ID before swiping to answer. “Hello?”

“It’s me.” His deep voice is instantly recognizable.

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caprigender  asked:

I was wondering if you might be interested in writing something with an older reader character? Cause millennials are gonna be in our 70s and 80s when overwatch is recalled and it's kinda fun to think about a bunch of nerds living through the transformation of their reality into the kind of sci fi world they used to read about, getting really excited about robot limbs and moon colonies and etc. like, romantic/platonic/whatev I think it's neat and would be really excited to read your take on it

Oh god I have so many feelings about our generation in the Overwatch timeline. Like, I could ramble for hours about the good and the bad stuff and all the headcanons I have and yeah … just really excited about this topic. 
It took me a while to manage to get something semi-coherent out of all those random ideas I had. Hope you enjoy :)


Requests are open!

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Zombie Ethics

summary: Zombie AU with a twist… ft. lots of terrible innuendo (the brother-in-arms of Mindreader Sex)

genre: humour, kinda-smut, angst
wc: 9.8k (ish)
warnings: the gore you’d expect from a zombie au (blood/cannibalism), alcohol, sorta non-con

I lean back on the furs in the wardrobe, steadying my breathing.
‘Although, just in case… It’s quite cosy in here. Wanna make the most of our final hours?’
‘What?’
‘Well, it’s not gonna matter if we don’t use condoms at this point is it.’

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Halloween Games 2

*/\Gif from google search.*

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

Originally posted by vampirelynz

Second short fic continuation of Halloween Games imagine- here. First part- Halloween Games

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3298

Jack O’Lantern Contest.




Sam carried the last and largest pumpkin into the kitchen and placed it carefully on the stainless steel prep table.

Charlie laughed at how truly massive it was next to the other three. “You really had to get the biggest one you could find, didn’t you? What the hell are you going to carve on there? A moose?”

Sam brushed her off, “ha ha. Laugh it up now but I’m winning this bet.”

“Fat chance.” Dean strolled over to the table with the carving kits they had bought. “Biggest does not mean best.”

Sam leaned on his monster of a pumpkin. “That’s what all the small ones say.”

“Hey!” Charlie smacked his arm, “watch it, beanstalk. Some of the small ones know where to hit.”

Sam chuckled as he patted the pumpkin she had picked out. “I was talking about the pumpkins.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m watching you.” Charlie narrowed her eyes as he smoothed his hand over his pumpkin.

You walked into the room with a few books of pumpkin trace patterns and a couple of print outs you found on the internet. “Hey, check these out. You wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff you can find online. This has seriously turned into an art form of its own.”

Charlie lit up. “Have you seen those Harry Potter ones? I mean some people have literally carved their faces onto a pumpkin.”

Dean grinned and turned to Sam. “Remember that one we saw that looked like it was vomiting out the insides? It was that rugaru case..” Dean eyed his pumpkin. “You think that’d be difficult? I could pull that off.”

Sam smiled and bit the inside of his cheek. “Yeah. I bet you could. You should definitely try that.” Dean held up his middle finger.

You looked at the pile in your hands. “I think I printed that out.” You placed the books and loose pages on the wooden dinner table and everyone began looking through them.

The bet the boys had started while picking out pumpkins seemed to make the whole thing become a little more competitive but no one was complaining. Not yet, anyway.

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