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SDSADADF ANOTHER ONE OF MY LATE NIGHT WRITINGS !!
𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣
; another one of my late night writings
; best read while listening to ‘ family line ‘ by conan gray
I was always a jealous person.
I was jealous of my cousins who were always the stars of the show.
I was jealous of the way they have skills I cannot even begin to have.
From cheer captain, to modeling student, to being an entrepreneur, they get attention I can only DREAM of.
I was always a jealous person.
I was jealous of my cousins who were close.
I was jealous of the way they bantered and understood each other.
I was jealous of how they were close because of their age.
I was jealous because they had someone to relate to.
I was always a jealous person.
I was jealous of my cousins and the connections they had.
I was jealous of the way they grew up together, with each other by their side and here i am another world apart.
I was jealous because I knew I could never be as good as them.
I was always a jealous person.
I was jealous because of the way my cousins comforted me.
It seemed so sincere, yet it still burns within my soul as if a flame waiting to explode.
After all if they truly meant it, then why did it still hurt so much.
I was always a jealous person.
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LAST EME BEFORE CHRISTMASS
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So I did a thing, #isawtaruspost @taruruchi. labyu bro SJKLADSADJAD
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Now why would you do that to me 😔😔😔 friendship over /j
LOH LOH LOH!! OBJECTION ASK RECEIVED IRRELEVANT!
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UPDATE !
Thinking of revamping my masterlists ! So if masterlist links don’t work I’m probably fixing it up !!
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hi @taruruchi found your first post HSAHDHDSDAS
I'm not quite sure how tumblr works as this is my first post but...
CAN SOMEONE LIKE...DONATE THEIR LUCK TO ME?? I KEEP GETTING SUCH BAD PULLS IN ENSTARS... Except for when I got Nagisa bc he's accepted in this household. BUT WHEN WILL I GET REI???
gonna cry myself to sleep today
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Palestine Charity Update
Hello everyone! Thank you so much for helping spread the word and raise funds for those impacted most by the genocide in Palestine.
Thanks to all of you, we have already raised 100 USD for various humanitarian relief charities! And we’re just getting started. 🍉
Additionally! Contributor announcements will begin going up Thursday, so keep an eye out to see if your favorite #TWST artists and writers are participating!
#free palestine#twisted wonderland#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#free gaza#twisted wonderland charity drive#—Mika’s Reblogs ✧
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Hi everyone I will be working on this event as well, I hope you all can support and even if you cannot provide monetary donations reblogging this post is enough!
Thank you everyone.
- Mika
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So I did a thing, #isawtaruspost @taruruchi. labyu bro SJKLADSADJAD
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WE’RE GONNA IGNORE THE PREVIOUS POST I DID STFU PERO TARU THANKS FOR THE TAG
1. Numb Little Bug by Em Beihold
2. cardigan by Taylor Swift
3. Is It Over Now? ( Taylor’s Version ) ( From The Vault ) by Taylor Swift
4. Love Is an Open Door from Frozen
5. If We Have Each Other by Alec Benjamin
6. The One That Got Away by Katy Perry
7. “Slut!” ( Taylor’s Version ) ( From The Vault ) by Taylor Swift
8. Family Line by Conan Gray
9. Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray
10. I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift
@cupids-chamber @lorelane @blooisasleep @luxaryllis @dotster001 @reddish-wren @kalims @akai-joou @honey-milk-depresso @rrxaiky
shuffle your ON REPEAT playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, tag 10 people.
Tagged by @a-dowryofblood (thank you!🖤)
Lover Of Mine (5SOS)
Come Back...Be Here (Taylor Swift)
Dog Days Are Over (Florence + The Machine)
Mr. Blue Sky (Electric Light Orchestra)
If By Chance (Ruth B.)
The Horse and the Infant (EPIC The Musical)
Daydreams (Maisie Peters)
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rawrrrrr
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So I did a thing, #isawtaruspost @taruruchi. labyu bro SJKLADSADJAD
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒 ┊𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒.
┊Vil Schoenheit x Reader
┊Angst to Fluff
┊In which (Name) and Vil have an argument leading them to not speak for a week. In turn Vil has a nightmare of (Name) dying.
┊Requested by : Anon
┊CW : Angst, Alcohol, Arguments, Death, Nightmares, Injury, & Fluff
┊Note: this fic is inspired by champagne problems by Taylor Swift
┊Word Count: 1313
In all honesty, the fights have never gotten that bad. It should’ve never gotten that bad.
You didn’t know which was worse, perhaps it was the insults he bombarded your way, perhaps it was the champagne glass that he threw in a moment of rage that now lay shattered on the floor, or perhaps it was the silence that held so much grief and guilt in the air.
“(Name).... I... I didn’t mean-- “ Vil had a look in his eyes so distinct, yet so foreign to you, he had a look of grief, a look of guilt, and a look of sorrow. Vil’s hand shakily went up to his mouth to stifle a sob as he saw the terror in your eyes. He watched as you moved to walk out.
He watched, yet he didn’t act.
He should’ve acted, he knows he should’ve, but he can’t anymore, for you were already out the door.
His pocket feels a little heavier now.
One week. Seven days. One hundred sixty-eight hours. That’s how long it’s been since he’s talked to you. Yet still he continues to catch glimpses of you in the bustling crowds of the student body, he continues to see you sitting around campus with a hint of hurt hidden in your eyes.
He continues to stare longingly at you from afar, missing your love for him, regretting how he let your love slip far beyond where he could reach.
And perhaps it was when you moved to walk away from his view... perhaps it was the moment he realized he was never ready to lose you, yet still, he had to watch you go off to a place where he cannot be, of to a place where his heart is not welcome.
In his sorrow, he decides to return to his dorm and pour himself a glass of Dom Pérignon, deciding to drink his problems away. But he supposes he should stop drinking, for this is what had gotten into his mess. He tries to recall what you called this problem of his.
“Ah... right, they called it champagne problems...” Vil lets out a wet bitter chuckle as tears stain his face, he knows he should stop, yet he downs another glass.
Tonight, with a guilt-ridden heart woven from the strings of a broken tapestry that only your hands can mend, he sucks down his pride and gives you a call. Yet to his dismay, it is not your voice that he loves so dearly that answers, instead the voice that answers is foreign, yet it holds an apologetic tone.
“Hello I am a nurse from the Isle of Sages hospital, are you perhaps a relative of (Name) (Last Name)?” The voice, now identified to belong to a nurse, asks.
Vil isn’t a relative of yours, yet he lies through his teeth, desperate to know why a nurse answered his call and not his beloved.
The next words the nurse utters causes Vil to lose his grip on his phone. He can’t hear anything but the ringing of static and white noise. Vil cannot tell if the sounds hurt his ears, he cannot begin to fathom what he feels, he cannot begin to process such sorrow, such pain.
Instead, Vil is speechless, for a man who has given the students of his dorm so many lectures and scoldings he is finally rendered speechless.
He doesn’t even notice as the tears cascade down his face, he doesn’t notice as the tears fall bellow, soaking the carpet on which he stands, he doesn’t notice a sob break free from his lips, he doesn’t notice the way he clutches his chest in despair, he doesn’t notice the way he mutters soft apologies to you, hoping you hear, yet knowing you can’t.
Then he wakes up, his heart pounding profusely, everything felt as if it was closing in on him, everything was hitting him all at once, the guilt, the fear, and the sorrow.
He let out a soft sob as he recalled the nightmare. “A nightmare... it was simply a nightmare...” Vil reassured himself, yet his mind wandered to scenarios in which maybe this wasn’t simply a nightmare, maybe it was a vision or a memory.
So he grabbed a small item and he ran. He ran barefoot to the Ramshackle Dorm, knocking on your door frantically. “(Name), (Name), let me in please...” Vil’s knocks became desperate, yet finally, to his relief, you opened the door, albeit you were still a tad groggy, having just woken up moments ago. Yet Vil didn’t care about appearances, he didn’t care about the fact that you were both still in a fight, he didn’t care. He simply engulfed you in a hug and sobbed, he muttered apologies into your hair.
“I’m sorry... I’m so sorry...” Vil continued to sob, his entire being shaking with each gasp of air. “Forgive me (Name), please forgive me.” Vil begged, desperate for your forgiveness, desperate for your love.
“Calm down, my love. It’s alright.” You whispered gently, combing your fingers through his hair, it has always been your way to reassure and calm him.
“You... you died and I... you...” His voice contains hints of fear, sorrow, and guilt. Vil continues to whisper apologies and cling to you.
“Let me stay here... please... I don’t think I can sleep alone tonight...” Vil pleads softly, looking at you with eyes that held so much guilt and apologies that words cannot even begin to describe.
It takes a cruel person to turn away someone who is as vulnerable as Vil is at the moment, and fortunately, you are not a cruel person, you gently usher him inside and pull him into another tight hug.
As you both go up to your room he whispers one last apology to you before you pull him on the bed and take him into your arms gently. Vil was never the type to be held, always fearing for his appearances, yet tonight was different, he needed this, he needed you.
Neither of you could fall asleep, so you both talked, admitted your faults, and uttered apologies, it wasn’t until the break of dawn when Vil finally confessed what he wanted to say that night.
“Marry me.” Vil blurted out boldly. “I was unsure if I wanted to propose that you left, I was unsure if we were both ready, but one week without you had proven that yes I do need you, and yes it was idiotic of me to almost lose you.” Vil admitted, gently holding the ring out.
“I know we will continue to have our fights and our disagreements, I know we won’t always see eye to eye, but I promise I will never let you sit alone and hurt. I promise I will never let another crestfallen look grace your face again, not even for a moment. I promise that if you trust me with your heart once more I will treat it as if it were glass and I would never drop it, not again."
“This life was once a madhouse before you went and changed it for the better, the moment we first met was the moment I knew that it would be your hand that I would always hold when we will be dancing. The moment we met was the moment I knew that you would be the one to mend my shredded tapestry of a heart.”
“So please...” Vil goes down on one knee, “Marry me."
At the nod of your head, a happy sob escapes from Vil’s lips.
“I think I would be fucked in the head if I didn’t say yes.” You say with a smile as Vil chuckles at your words.
You both will always have disagreements from time to time, and sometimes there won’t be a fine answer to those disagreements, yet you both will always try to find a compromise for every problem, even if the problem was something as silly as a champagne problem.
This has been in my drafts for far too long. Decided to finally finish it!!
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#REAL FAN #FIRST
It's Quiet Uptown
Note: Okay, I know I have a bunch of requests in my inbox, and I'm so sorry BUT!! I got into a Hamilton phase and now, you all are gonna have to bear with it with a songfic.
Also, for the sake of this fic (and for my convenience), I'll refer to Vil's father as his stage name, Eric. Also, I'll be using the name Valentin for Vil's younger sibling.
This takes place at the first alternate ending of my Vil's Younger Sibling fic. Find that here, but it's part of a series, so keep that in mind!
(tagging: @dr3amscap3)
Warning/s: Angst no fluff, Death, Slight spoilers for Chapter 6, Canon divergence, Spoilers for Chapter 5, My attempts to change some lyrics to fit the situation
There are moments that the words don't reach
There is suffering too terrible to name...
Vil's fingers press on the piano keys, his hands already knowing the notes and chords of every part of the song. Every cue to step on the pedal. From his posture to the elegance of his fingers, nobody would have thought that Vil was grieving.
It had become almost habitual at this point, keeping up a mask to hide his true emotions. It was a skill actors and models always had to have, after all.
He just has to look perfect. No emotion, not even a flicker, not even the tiniest amount of weakness must be shown. Nothing must be out of place.
He is perfect. He needs to be perfect. He is fine. He's moved on. His past is behind him. He needs nothing else, no one else.
He is whole...
The door opens, a small creak and a set of footsteps signifying the entrance of someone. Weary and puffy purple eyes look at Vil as he plays the piano. The sight was normal all the time, but Eric can't help but feel that something was missing.
In the Schoenheit household, the sound of piano chords was always accompanied with the sound of violin strings. Vil and his younger sibling would always be playing music together. And Eric loved coming home to hear the sounds his children would make together.
But Valentin wasn't here. They no longer are here, and perhaps that is why the sound of the piano on its own never felt right. The violin in the corner of the room is untouched, left in its case all in the back of the room.
Eric walks closer to Vil and the piano, listening and lightly humming along with the music. The two stop for a moment, expecting a certain violinist play a wrong note or add a new melody. Valentin always changed the line, they changed the melody every time.
But there was nothing. Just silence.
You hold your child as tight as you can
And push away the unimaginable
Vil buries his face in his father's chest, his tears soiling Eric's dress shirt, but the man couldn't care less. Eric pats his son's back, running a hand through his hair in the hopes of soothing his eldest son.
There are moments when you're in so deep
It feels easier to just swim down
Eric doesn't cry. He can't cry. Not right now, when Vil need him to be strong. It tires him to cry, but it tires him even more having to acknowledge the truth every day.
The Schoenheits give up their crown
And learn to live with the unimaginable
...
I spend hours in the garden
I walk alone to the store
Vil heaves a sigh as he walks around town. Eric had pushed him to take a stroll to take his mind off of everything. Eric had a waver to his voice that made Vil know that his father only made him go out the house so the man could cry on his own.
The hustle and bustle of the town was normal, everyone was living their lives. The townspeople had gotten used to having the Schoenheit family just nearby, and mostly left them unbothered. It was a slow and silent day, to Vil at least.
And it's quiet uptown
I never liked the quiet before
From one of the houses nearby, a certain wolf beastman looks out the window, seeing the model walk past. Jack can't help but frown a bit, watching how Vil walks and stands tall, but his eyes have a faraway look to them.
I visit their grave on Sunday
Placing some flowers on the floor
Vil plops down a bouquet of Valentin's favorite flowers by the tombstone, taking a clean rag and wipes the grave meticulously. There was barely any dust or dirt on it, thanks to Vil's weekly visits, but he couldn't stop himself.
At the very least, Vil could still pamper his younger sibling the best he can. The actor blinks multiple times, the tears in his eyes making it hard to see his surroundings properly. A Purple Emperor butterfly lands on the flowers on the floor, resting its wings.
And I pray
That never used to happen before
...
If you see him in the street,
Walking by himself, talking to himself,
Have pity
Vil sighs, burying his hands in his pockets, burying the lower part of his face behind his scarf. He mumbles to himself, whispering apologies and reminiscing memories of Valentin. Vil can't help but manage a pathetic chuckle. He would always scold Valentin for mumbling and hiding their face.
Vil always told Valentin to be proud of who they are.
But Vil can't even follow his own advice, for once. Not when guilt and self-blame eats him up on the inside.
"Val, you wouldn't like things right now, it's too quiet right now..."
He is working through the unimaginable
...
His hair has gone grey, he passes every day
They say he walks the length of the city
Eric walks through the city, trying to ignore the press and paparazzi following him incessantly. The man, for the first time in what feels like the longest time, wishes he had bodyguards with him or that he had simply not gone out at all.
But he knew that he had to leave the house. If he hadn't, then he would have been stuck in his youngest child's room, looking through every picture for the millionth time that day.
He looks across the street, seeing a father lifting up his daughter, a proud smile on his face as he plays around with his children, his wife laughing and taking pictures of the moment. Eric feels a pang in his heart, wishing that family nothing but happiness.
Eric remembers the first time he held Vil, the first time he saw Valentin. He remembers his children's first words, their first steps, he wouldn't even need a photograph or a video to remember it. When he saw Valentin smile for the first time, Eric remembers his exact words and thoughts in that moment:
"You knock me out, I fall apart"
Can you imagine?
...
"Look at where we are, look at where we started." Rook places a hand on Vil's shoulder, looking at him in concern.
Vil looks back at him, keeping back his emotion. He must be perfect, and not a single speck out of place. But the hunter could see and hear very clearly, how Vil was clearly too stressed for anything. It was a wonder how the dorm leader could handle going back to school like this.
"The potatoes don't deserve me, Rook-" Rook shakes his head and gently shushes Vil. He can't bear seeing his Roi du Poison so anguished, but knows that there isn't much he can do. Despite this, he tries anyway.
"Shh, hear me out, that would be enough."
Vil huffs and shakes his head in return, his thoughts spiraling back to the VDC tournament. His foolish decisions that led to his sibling's death.
"If I could spare their life... if I could trade their life for mine..."
Vil trails off and glances at Epel, who was despondently playing with his food. Normally, Vil would have scolded the first year for doing so, but he didn't have the heart nor the energy to do so.
They'd be standing here right now, and they would smile
And that would be enough.
Rook sighs and makes Vil face him, holding him by the shoulders, trying to comfort his friend.
"I don't pretend to know the challenges you're facing. I know there's no replacing what was lost, and you need time."
"But don't be afraid, you'll know when you're ready. Just let me stay here by your side. That would be enough."
...
If you see him in the street
Talking by his side, walking by his side
Have pity
Vil briskly walks over to Epel, who was going back to the dorm from club time. The dorm leader had been trying to talk to the first year for a while, but it's been hard getting Epel to speak or even look at Vil for more than three seconds.
"Epel, do you like it right now? It's quiet right now.."
He is trying to do the unimaginable
But Epel ignores him, walking faster and faster until he starts running to the mirror, leaving Vil alone in the hallway.
...
See them walking in the hall, staring at the wall
Taking in the glances full of pity
Epel walks as Vil tries to catch up with him. The first year's blue eyes gaze at the wall and the floor like it was the most interesting in the world. He can't bear looking at his dorm leader.
Not when Vil looked so much like Valentin. Not when looking at Vil reminds Epel of the friend he lost too quickly.
Then a butterfly flutters nearby, and Epel glances at it. His meemaw always told him that butterflies symbolized the dead, and he tears up. He could hear Valentin's laugh from when they messed around when Val was staying in his house. And then he heard their scream, when the rubble fell down and crushed them under it.
Epel stops walking, his gaze distant but fixated on the butterfly fluttering around him. Vil takes this as a chance to try speaking to Epel, but the first year beats him to it.
"Look around, look around, Valentin..."
It was an absent-minded murmur on Epel's part, but it brought Vil to tears as well. The two didn't speak, only stood next to each other, watching the butterfly land on an apple tree, eating an apple that fell to the ground.
They are trying to do the unimaginable
...
There are moments that the words don't reach
There's a grace too powerful to name
Every class he goes to, Vil always notices the Purple Emperor butterfly following him. Some of the other students have pointed it out, Rook especially. The hunter would say that Valentin was always watching over him.
We push away what we can never understand
We push away the unimaginable
But Vil won't believe it ⸺ he can't believe it, rather. Why would Valentin watch over Vil, of all people? It was a foolish thought, after all. Vil was the reason why Valentin died. So why would they follow him when they could simply rest in the peace that reached them too soon?
...
They are standing in the garden
Vil by Valentin's side
Vil watches Valentin as they play with the butterflies that float around them. The younger Schoenheit had a ghost of a smile on their face as the beautiful insects fluttered about them. And Vil eyes the scene with wide, unbelieving eyes.
The older Schoenheit slowly walks over, hesitantly approaching his younger sibling, who was acting like nothing had happened. Like it was all a dream.
As though sensing their older brother's presence, Valentin turns around, the small smile on their lips still there. And they do something Vil never thought was possible.
They take his hand...
Valentin opens their mouth to speak, looking up at Vil with a sad, accepting smile.
"It's quiet uptown."
Vil's eyes widen and the dam of emotion is released once again. He falls down to his knees, clenching his eyes closed as tears run down his cheeks, ruining his makeup. Gently squeezing his younger sibling's hand, he presses it against his cheek, trying to prove to himself that Valentin was indeed here.
Forgiveness. Can you imagine?
And for the first time in a long time, Vil smiled. Happy tears fall down his face and he looks up at Valentin. Then he notices a small flicker in Val's expression.
Their eyes darken.
Their smile turn into a smirk that looked almost evil.
And then Vil realizes where he was.
Forgiveness.
Vil quickly jumps away, narrowly dodging a pile of rubble that fell right where he was a second ago. The Schoenheit rubs his eyes, wiping away the tears and gets his magic ready to defend himself.
Vil isn't in a garden. He isn't in home. He's in STYX, getting tested on because he overblotted and survived, though Vil wishes he never did. His heart aches, and he can't help but curse the Shroud brothers in his mind for bringing sweet Val into this.
He curses the world for having the gall to create a version of his younger sibling based on his memories just to attack him. For getting his hopes up, for getting him to think that Valentin was still with him. For making him go against his sibling once again. For making this the last time he'll see Valentin 'alive' and well.
Can you imagine?
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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒┊𝐕𝐈𝐋. 𝐒
┊Vil Schoenheit x Reader
┊Angst
┊” But I’m not yours... “
┊CW : Angst, Unrequited Love
┊Note: for those conan gray likers iykyk
┊Word Count: 350
Perhaps it was the way you gazed at him as the two of you walked under the sweet comfort of the night sky.
Perhaps it was the way you took his hands in yours and gently caressed them as if he were porcelain.
Perhaps it was the way he wished he was yours.
Vil loved you, with all his heart and the rest of his being. Vil loved you and he knew you loved him too. Vil loved you, and it hurts, it burns his melancholic heart to love you. Vil loved you, and he regrets leaving you every single day.
Vil loved you, but he is not the one you deserve, he knows you deserve better than a scorned queen.
Vil loved you, but he is not Neige LeBlanche, and he will never amount to be anything like him.
Vil loved you, and he knows you used to love him too, but now the gazes he loved so dearly fall onto another man, a man that you now call yours. The man that you call yours will never be Vil again instead it is the hero to his villain, instead the man you call yours is Neige LeBlanche.
And instead of fighting for you, instead of giving fifteen dozen roses, instead of begging at your door for you to take him back, he learns to say goodbye.
Yes, his heart will weep and shatter but he knows that your days are filled with laughter. It may not be with him as the source but he knows that time has already taken its course.
Vil loved you, and still forevermore he would continue to give you all you want, be it the stars in the sky or the moon itself.
Vil loved you, he yearns for your gaze and your touch, but he knows that you are not his anymore, and he is not yours.
Vil loved you, in fact, he continues to love you every single day despite the unfairness of it all.
Vil loves you, he always has, and always will. But you are not his, and he is not yours.
I had motivation randomly idk man - Mika
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Psst! Trick or treat
SLR BUR IT WAS LIKE NOV 1 WHEN YOU SENT THIS HSHSHSSH
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FAMMMMM I JUST STARTED CASTLEVANIA. LIKE LITERALLY STILL ON THE FIRST EP BUT I'M SO INTERESTED ALREADY??? THEY NAILED THE FIRST EP BC SOMETIMES OTHER SHOWS ARE BORING TILL A FEW EPS LATER BUT THIS !!!!
LET DRACULA COOK I PROMISE LET HIM COOK !!! BUT YES THE FIRST EPISODE WAS JUST <333
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