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RANK UP ⇢ DWARF
abby can now use ... the internet.
#█ 🔑 ° . ✦ RANK UP.#█ 🔑 ° . ✦ missing : have you seen me ? ( ooc. )#( i'm still on semi-hiatus but i tried to get out as much of my drafts as i could )#( until next time ! )
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“ ----- ah ! ”
she gasps in surprise at the offer of friendship and the sudden stirring that shook her very being. blue eyes stare back at the other with shimmering interest. another servant ----- another foreigner. she could not recall ever seeing them in the halls of chaldea during her stay, but there was no doubt about it. there was something that filled the center of her chest, light bands of gossamer; joy, familiarity or perhaps it was simply the god dwelling within acting up.
“ yes, i would love to be friends ! ” abigail accepts with a smile, pressing her hands together. “ i was going to get some pancakes too. we can go together ! ”
@emptkey
☄ it wasn’t a thought provoking encounter in the traditional sense. she might have seen this girl around chaldea in her opening hours, but perhaps she hadn’t yang guifei’s stay had been so short before being whisked away to this realm. all she knew was that this child’s presence brought that alien power within her to burn. it was a signal, a form of confirmation. she could only wonder if the child felt something similar. a sensation that spoke to her of how they were of a similar nature.
but much like how the child seemed to be presenting herself normally, so did the courtesan.
“you’re another foreigner? right? right!? it seems there aren’t very many of us, so! how would you feel about being friends!?”
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donneratem.
⚡ She’s happy to help him?
Zenitsu can’t help but being a little doubtful on that. Who’s actually happy to help others? That’s just what Tanjiro would say as well. He’ll never really figure that sort of friendly optimism out. By his experience, there’s often a catch behind a seemingly friendly gesture. But on the other hand, he doesn’t really judge her to be like that.
As she mentions the food he carries, he’s glad over the change of topic.
He decides to move on from his negative thoughts, at least for the moment.
“I was going to make Nabeyaki Udon tonight and wanted to try doing Daifuku Mochi myself, which is why I needed the sugar. And— on the way I just remembered that we’re missing a couple of other things in the fridge as well.”
He sighs, wondering a moment if he should just invite her over. That way he would maybe feel less awkward that she’s giving him a helping hand here?
“Honestly I’m not sure how the Mochi will turn out, but— if you want, you can come over tonight and try some? If you have nothing else planned?”
“ would you really ? ”
she feels as if it would be a form of intrusion to agree. and yet, she could not help but wonder about the dishes solely based on the contents in his arms. mochi ----- if the sugar was needed, then it was sweet and that alone had captured her interests like a dabble of honey to her thoughts. loosening a hand from beneath the package of sugar, she presses her fingers to her lips in shy consideration.
“ um. if you’ll have me, then i would love to ! ” abigail nods. “ or, if you can teach me, we can make mochi together. ”
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shinuso.
America… So she didn’t come from Japan like he did. Chaldea… that didn’t tell him anything. He wanted to ask more details about it too, but was taken off guard by her sudden plea.
“F-friends?” When was the last time someone called him a friend? Sou couldn’t really remember, if he was honest. Which was why he was rather flustered after her question. Being taken this off guard by a little kid was embarrassing. Even if he would agree to that, he still would be more something like her guardian, wouldn’t he?
Whatever, Abigail didn’t seem to him like a bad person. How could she be, she was just a little girl after all. So it wasn’t like he did mistrust her. Still though, part of him was still a little worried about her. Someone more capable would be more fitting to stay by her side. Either way, could any person refuse those big eyes? He unfortunately couldn’t.
“Er… friends you say. I guess, that’s fine with me.” Embarrassing, though, he also was somewhat happy… Not that he would admit this. “You still should tell me if you need help with anything, okay? Doesn’t matter if friends or babysitter, I am an adult, so you shouldn’t try to do everything on your own.”
“ really ? you’ll be friends with me ? ” there was elation in her voice, her demeanor shifting into delight as she stared back at him with glittering eyes. this was a moment that would be etched into her memory forevermore, even if their pact of friendship was a temporary curb for loneliness ----- or however he saw it for. the grey of sadness had been washed away, her cheeks flushed a rosy hue and she couldn’t have shined any brighter with her smiles.
“ thank you, sou ! you’re really kind, ” she said, and if she could, she would have loved to hug him. but, instead, she settled in hugging the plush in her arms. now, she had felt a brand new determination from within ----- something that would grant her a brilliant shaft of light for the future days that would come. she was a servant, foreigner class; an enigma to the others. yet, she has made her first friend within city grounds “ don’t you worry, i can handle myself ! ”
she is confident on figuring things on her own, but there is a brief pause taken when a particular difficulty is recalled. “ oh, actually ... could you maybe help me with one thing ? i don’t know what is apar ... tment 325. is that where i am staying ? ”
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“ mashu ? ”
abby repeated with confusion etched over her features. that was master’s companion and battle partner ------ but, they usually looked drastically different from the usual violet hues and the cute glasses. in fact, she could not tear her eyes away from staring, no matter how impolite it was; trying to reconcile with the other’s words and what was directly in front of her.
“ i’m a foreigner servant, abigail williams. are you sick, mashu ? ” well, now that sounded a bit silly for a sickness to change one’s appearance. she puckers her lips and shakes her head, trying to start again, “ maybe we need to find saber for this. let me help ! ”
@emptkey
Donning the thick cape that almost dwarfed her frame had become something of a game. Within the current weather conditions, it appeared almost to serve as a coat rather than solely regal status. Mashu may have lost herself in gazing upon the reflection which looked back in the store window, paying no heed to the holiday sales advertized on the other side of the glass. And only when she understood eyes were upon her did she come to a halt, finding a girl close by. The one she assumed to be the spectator. “You’re a Servant, correct? Are you a part of Chaldea?” A finger extended inward. “It might not make much sense right now, but I’m Mashu. I just look like Saber. —Well, I mean I am her right now, but it’s temporary. It’s sort of difficult to explain, as you can tell”.
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“ ----- please don’t apologize, i’m happy to help you. ”
she assures him, holding the box of sugar tight in her spindly arms. it was, after all, a polite thing to do and the effort to provide zenitsu some sort of assistance, all on her own, certainly brought the self-satisfaction that was craved.
abigail smiles back at him in hopes to seal away his worries. however, in coming to look at the golden boy once more, she takes full notice of the items in his arms; picking out some of her favorites in between others. “ you’re carrying lots of tasty food. are you planning on making something delicious ? ”
@emptkey / meme
❝ let me help with that. ❞
⚡ He didn’t pick up a basket at the entrance of the mall, because he thought he wouldn’t need it. But now he has both arms full with things he stumbled into on his way and realized he needs as well— he now can’t even pick up the sugar anymore. The one thing he actually came here for.
Abigail must have heard him complaining out-loud over himself. As she picks the sugar up for him from the shelf, he feels a little ashamed. But also relieved.
“Thank you. I didn’t think I’d end up with all these things, otherwise I would’ve taken a basket. I’m sorry for causing you trouble again.”
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sinfoniette.
“It’s about a hundred years too early for any magic this crappy place has to outdo me,” is the immediate scoff, though it’s a lie. After all, she’s still stuck here, still more or less powerless. Even so, she’s not going to let anyone know how it gets to her, especially not some kid. The snowflake in her hat gives it a shake, as if trying to escape, and she growls softly and rummages in her jacket for something to get it out. A spare guitar string is all she’s got, and she makes do, twisting it around the construct before holding it out to the girl.
As she shakes her hat out to make sure it isn’t wet before plopping it back on her head, the girl asks her for help and I-no freezes. Her eyes blink slowly, not having expected the question, and tries not to sigh audibly as she thinks fast in order to get out of having to do it. It figures she’d run into a situation like this when there are eyes on her from other people.
Why is her luck so shitty in this city?
“…listen kid. Isn’t it kind of cold out here for you like that? Not too sure it’s smart for you to keep running around just cause you wanna have a little fun.” The ‘concern’ is as false as it comes, but it’s also an excuse to make the girl find her way home– and hopefully as far from I-no as possible. “Maybe you should just turn this one in and go home.”
she holds cupped hands open to receive the bounded snowflake, of which her fingers gently closed over. it was cool and tickled her palms ----- thankfully, not melting away at her touch ----- and even now, it fluttered in an attempt to break free. with four more to collect, she wonders, where they could be stored in the meantime.
however, her search is cut short by the other’s indirect rejection. the brief moment of elation suddenly drops like a stone.
“ but--- ! ”
she pressed her hands to her chest, the rest of her plea caught between pursed lips and tearful blue eyes that meet the woman’s with a flicker of defiance. they belonged to the eyes of a mere child who did not wish for the fun to end. her shoes were cold and frosted with snow, but just one snowflake would not grant her the mall’s reward. without being able to tap into her powers, she was unable to do it alone, no matter how many times she tried to convince herself otherwise.
" i can’t go home, not yet. i promised i would help someone get the prize. so, please ... ? ”
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“ don’t hold back for my sake ”
FE:3H starters / prompts ( accepting ) // @shinuso
“ ah —– how can you say that, sou ? ” she questions, exasperated that he would express his doubts this way. she relished every moment they spent together, more so when doing particular creative hobbies; this one involving paper, crayons and their own imaginations. she hasn’t spent much time indulging in the arts, so her drawings are not much distinguishable from that of a mere child’s.
abigail drops her current colors and picks up her sheet from the table, showing it off to her companion in demonstration, “ i’m not holding back, see ? ”
there was a cat drawn in motion and could have been no better than what sou had on his own sheet, she was determined to believe. “ your drawing is just as cute as mine ! ”
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// i didn’t think i had to say this, and it’s in my rules already but, personals DO NOT reblog my posts. that’s a sure-fire way to get blocked thanks.
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starters / prompts taken from various characters starring in the game fire emblem : three houses . feel free to change pronouns / tenses as necessary .
“ feel free to say hi whenever you like ”
“ don’t hold back for my sake ”
“ you think I’m so clumsy that I need someone to watch over me ? ”
“ you act like you’re full of regret , but I know you don’t really mean it ”
“ you actually look more handsome to me with honesty on your face ”
“ don’t be ashamed of crying ”
“ could you keep quiet for a bit ? ”
“ you’re actually kind of amazing ”
“ do you mean to imply you have no intention of acting a bit more respectably ? ”
“ stop acting so nonchalant about getting hurt or killed ”
“ naive and uptight is no way to live your life ”
“ you’d better watch that temper ”
“ i am absolutely disinterested in spending any time with you ”
“ your lack of self-awareness is deeply troubling ”
“ I’ll just be straightforward about taking advantage of you ”
“ when will you tire of challenging me in pointless competitions ? ”
“ you expect me to believe that ? ”
“ i’ve had enough of your foolish antics ”
“ i wish you would not sneak up on me like that ”
“ before you reprimand me , take a moment to consider your own failings ”
“ it is like hearing a snake sing an aria ”
“ am I hearing a deathbed confession ? ”
“ i never have any idea what you’re talking about ”
“ don’t walk away when i’m talking to you ”
“ you’ll be the death of me for sure ”
“ i do not intend to die ”
“ i can’t believe you put yourself at risk for my benefit ”
“ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile ”
“ i do not desire your gratitude ”
“ you’re surprisingly strong for how slender you appear ”
“ perhaps i was flustered needlessly ”
“ i had forgotten how charmingly ethereal you can be ”
“ you’re going a little overboard ”
“ you have shaken me to my very core ”
“ so this is what death is like ”
“ if you get sick of me , i’m sorry ahead of time ”
“ i’m embarrassed just thinking about it ”
“ you’re like a little brother to me ”
“ spending the rest of my life with you doesn’t sound so bad ”
“ if our roles were reversed , I don’t think I’d be able to forgive you ”
“ you actually hate me , right ? ”
“ you haven’t stabbed me yet ”
“ i want to be more like you ”
“ i actually envy the size of your heart ”
“ i don’t think you can solve all your problems by throwing a few punches ”
“ there aren’t a lot of people like you in the world ”
“ sorry I’ve been so oblivious to your needs ”
“ sometimes you just can’t afford to wait around for someone else to notice ”
“ yesterday’s enemy is today’s ally ”
“ you have to abandon old feuds ”
“ learn to protect yourself before trying to protect me ”
“ i always trust that you’ve got my back ”
“ if only people could be more like flowers ”
“ if you promise not to resort to violence , I’ll do whatever you want ”
“ i can’t stand the sight of me either ”
“ i would be even more impressed if you hadn’t been screaming the whole time ”
“ i did what was necessary to get you to comply ”
“ you have so much power in you , just waiting to be unleashed ”
“ i’m hopelessly terrified of you ”
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CLASSIC NOVELIST AESTHETICS
BOLDED for definitely & ITALICISED for partially.
JOHN KEATS. the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds, lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books, fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bed sheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold, loving someone so exquisite, soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass, the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD. crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, mahogany wood, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction.
FRANZ KAFKA. the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.
H.P. LOVECRAFT. the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never-ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., ouija boards and urban legends.
JACK KEROUAC. the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive.
EDGAR ALLAN POE. the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret.
tagged by: @goobuster ty !!
tagging: anyone who sees this !
#█ 🔑 ° . ✦ let’s be adventurers ( memes. )#( for having a power based on literature this is perf )#( thank you ! )#queue.
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#█ 🔑 ° . ✦ ( imagery. )#█ 🔑 ° . ✦ pancakes with bacon up on top ! ( aes. )#food //#( the holy grail ... )
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shinuso.
“Ah…haha, I guess it really does, huh…?” Considering that he took the name from a very suspicious person he disliked, that was kind of funny. Soup… It seemed like Abby succeeded in making him smile once again. Which was pretty amazing, for a young girl like her.
After seeing how sad the girl got while answering his questions, he started to feel bad for asking. Maybe it really wasn’t his business, and now he just made her remember her worries. Then again, there was someone who had to look after someone as young as she was. Maybe he could actually look for someone who would take her in…
Since the teal haired man didn’t want to get attached again, staying close to her was something he was afraid of. He lost Kanna so brutally not too long ago, and even before that, he was awful at taking care of her too. Someone like him wasn’t suited to look after a child, not to mention a little girl of all things.
Alone the thoughts about all that, made him so stressed out, that he started to play with his beanie. Even going as far as taking it off and putting it on again, as usually when he was in deep thoughts… But then one question, shocked him way more than he expected and totally took him out of his concept.
“W-what? Stay with me…? You don’t actually want that. Didn’t anyone teach you not to trust random adults like that? I…” It was exactly what he decided not to do, but somehow, his heart wasn’t strong enough to reject those big teal eyes either. “… Fine, if that’s what you want, you’re free to stay with me. For as long as you want. But, don’t expect too much from me.” He would suggest to look for the people she knew, though knowing this place, it was unlikely anyone of them was around.
“Well… now that I somehow became your babysitter… tell me more about you. Where are you from? And what were you doing before coming here?”
he was right and she knew.
abigail goes quiet, slowly turning over his words and unspooling them in her thoughts. to be wary of strangers was a common warning for girls her age, yes, but sou’s brief kindness and surety made him trustworthy in her young eyes. in fact, there was something about him ----- about the way he carried himself ----- that called to her from the moment she spotted him between the crowd, alone.
there was something she needed to do; wanted to do. she made the first move, he accepted it ( and she thanks him deeply from her heart for it ). now, it was only a matter of time before the girl could place her finger upon the motive and make it reality. hope ...
“ i come from north america, though i was staying at chaldea … ” she hesitates in her answer, wondering if the convoluted rules of being a servant still applied here. would sou even believe her if she was an agent in an organization that helped to regulate humanity ? or, that was what she understood from the efforts of chaldea.
“ it’s ok sou. you don’t have to take care of me, i just want to be with someone. ” she’ll be able to handle herself in time. the aspect of company was desperately craved in its stead. “ friends ... can we be friends for now ? if it’s okay with you. ”
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"Hey, Abby." A pause. How to even phrase this, without making it awkward? Well, it was Christmas after all, and children do usually expect gifts around this time. Sou wasn't really used to handing a lot of them out, especially not to children, so he chose to just wrap his gift for her, around her neck. Since it was the cute scarf he got for some reason when arriving here. The design was cute indeed, and therefore much more fitting for her, than for someone like him. "Stay warm, Merry Christmas."
“ —– hm ? ” she whips her head towards the call of her name, spoken in a tone so familiar and warm. her lips part to return the greeting, but was cut off by the gasp that escapes her when something is wrapped around her neck. a look of surprise shapes her gaze, before she looks down at the long wrapping. small digits peek out from the long sleeves of her dress and run down the soft fabric of what appeared to be a scarf —– oh, what a cute kitty-cat face it had etched on, and were those little feet and whiskers ?
how adorable.
abigail smiles brightly, her cheeks flushing pink. christmas was not a holiday celebrated back in salem. fears of sin and straying away from god’s word during celebration made for strict observation. it was through chaldea that was she able to experience the holiday spirit in its entirety and experience the gift of giving. however, little did she think presents would arrive here in this city of lost souls too.
“ ah, sou, you didn’t have to ! ” she claims, feeling completely unprepared for it. after all, it would be considered rude to accept such a wonderful item without sharing and bringing a sense of happiness in turn; she will have to think of something later. for now, abby presses the scarf close to her face in an indirect hug for sou, softly speaking her thanks, “ thank you. i love it so much. ”
#shinuso#█ 🔑 ° . ✦ is this a new friend ? ( messages. )#█ 🔑 ° . ✦ ( isola christmas 2019. )#( MY HEART !! )
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“ ------ may i ? ”
she questions, earnestly holding the ceramic bowl in her hands. it was fascinating how the soup machine appeared to be endless and somehow had an assortment of flavors. each bowl was akin to a surprise to one’s palate and it kept her returning day after day.
“ this soup flavor is so good, eating like this would be considered a sin. but, i can’t help it. ” she turns towards the pretty stranger, although knowing better than to trust any. “ oh, was i being rude ? thank you for joining me, miss. ”
@emptkey
This giant soup that was constantly re-filled with new kinds had become her new investigation source. So far, nothing had been gained besides a free and warm meal every night. In this cold, who wouldn’t like to have such a comforting dinner? She typically kept to herself while writing down some notes and then going back to her apartment but after catching sight of a younger girl – well, she couldn’t just ignore her.
“Want another serving? I was planning to get more soup myself.”
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‘ come here. i’ll fix it. ’
* SOFT FAMILY THINGS ( accepting. ) || @shinuso
“ —— oh, thank you, sou ! ” she hurried over to his side with a bow, a hairbrush in hand and a bounce in her step. she was having some difficulty setting the speckled black and orange bows into her hair and was thankful for his offer. with arms outstretched she offers sou the items and then turns around, a digit pointing to where the clips should go.
“ i couldn’t get them on like tituba used to. they go right here. “ abigail smiles, the hint of a giggle on her lilted voice, “ please be gentle, okay ? ”
#shinuso#█ 🔑 ° . ✦ is this a new friend ? ( messages. )#( i was gonna do smth tech related but lol )#( be a big bro instead >:) )
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* soft family things
‘ i love you so, so much. ’
‘ stop putting your head down in my house. you know my rule. it’s all love and all pride in this house. ’
‘ lost things have a way of turning up. ’
‘ watch your mouth. ’
‘ not so fast. you still have some vegetables left. ’
‘ very funny. ’
‘ i think you’re due for a haircut. ’
‘ come on. bedtime. ’
‘ and when were you going to tell me? ’
‘ i’m glad you came into my life. ’
‘ you were talking in your sleep. ’
‘ come here. i’ll fix it. ’
‘ this show sucks. ’
‘ mom/dad, can we go home now? ’
‘ you forgot something. ’
‘ can we stay like this for a little while? it’s nice. ’
‘ hot chocolate helps. and good company. ’
‘ you’ll feel better once you take your medicine and have a nap. ’
‘ close your eyes. it’s a surprise. ’
‘ it’s good to have you home. ’
‘ i’m not angry with you, just disappointed. ’
‘ your shoe’s untied. ’
‘ i missed this. ’
‘ hey, hey. sit down. deep breaths. ’
‘ will you tuck me in? ’
‘ go to your room and stay there until you’ve calmed down. ’
‘ i heard crying. i got worried. ’
‘ don’t use that tone with me. ’
‘ well, i love you more. ’
‘ just focus on my voice. that’s it. you’re okay. we’re okay. ’
‘ this movie is too scary. turn it off. ’
‘ how long have you been sick? ’
‘ don’t play with your food. ’
‘ i’ll stay right here until you fall asleep. ’
‘ don’t even think about going outside without your coat. ’
‘ i’m not asking you, i’m telling you. ’
‘ you can pick the story tonight. ’
‘ everyone needs somebody. we got each other. ’
‘ you call that a hug? ’
‘ i was the same way when i was your age. ’
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