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Two brainrots kissing each other - Me, I said this
#echo project#furry#art#brainrots#furry art#anthro art#wolf#echovn#leo alvarez#tsr vn#kit fox#tsela begay#sorry not sorry
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albedo x male reader expect its streamer au and reverse au + ooc albedo !!
man literally fell in love with you the moment he saw you, you were absolutely drop dead gorgeous, amazing, LOVELY.. beautiful handsome fantastic incredible all the fancy word things. chat even called albedo a simp when they are too smh
decided to pull for you with no hesitation at all, immediately built you better than anyone else could, gave you the best artifacts the best weapon all for you. and the chats going so crazy, like they are so god damned jealous..
he loves you very much, he even made fan art of you !!! if albedo could write then he would’ve made a fanfic i bet he even made you his pfp, you’ve truly won over albedo’s heart.
if he ever sees you x another character i bet he’ll just keep a blank face on but then he’ll start hating on that character and slander them so hard..
#albedo#genshin albedo#brainrots#genshin streamer au#genshin x reader#genshin#genshin x male reader#genshin impact x reader#albedo x you#albedo x reader#genshin x you#genshin impact x male reader#genshin impact x you#genshin albedo x reader#albedo x male reader#feralbreadx
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brainrots ft. scaramouche x gn!reader
thinking about the dynamic of scaramouche with a reader who has a few screws loose, likes being degraded and is a bit of a masochist. a reader who joins the fatui because getting in trouble intentionally to get scolded and punished isn’t enough, and somehow, you hear about a sadistic harbinger who likes to torment his recruits.
your curiosity is instantly piqued.
so you go around your little village in snezhnaya, listening to rumours about this harbinger—scaramouche, they call him, the balladeer. the more you hear about him, the more excited you become, all while you’re thinking to yourself, why the hell have i never heard of this guy before?!
the fatui you questioned all looked at you like you’ve lost your mind when you giggled—a real, honest to gods, giggle—after they finished retelling you the details of what happened to the recruit who earned the infamous sixth harbinger’s ire.
so you set out on a mission to join the fatui and be recruited under scaramouche’s troops. fortunately for you, there’s a rapid case of recruits mysteriously disappearing (re: defecting) shortly after getting assigned to scaramouche, so there’s a shortage of manpower under the balladeer.
lil snippet i made under the cut:
“Okay, we’ve settled your papers and it seems you’re more fit to be under Lord Tartaglia.”
Your face falls at the news. Placing your palms flat against the table, you lean close to the masked Fatuu. “Can’t I choose which Harbinger I can be stationed to?”
You think he raises a brow at your question, but you’re not sure with the way his mask covers his eyes.
“You can send in a request, but unfortunately, it’ll take a couple of months to be fully processed.” The recruit starts shuffling the papers on his desk, preparing to end this conversation. “Now—”
You slam your fist on the metal table, startling the guy behind it. “Damn it! I wanted to be recruited under the Balladeer!”
Silence.
It’s only when you look up that you realize everyone has gone silent. Looking around, you see everyone staring at you like you’ve grown three heads within the span of a second. You shrug off their gazes and turn your attention back to the guy overseeing your recruitment.
“C’mon, dude! Can’t you, like, pull a couple of strings or something?”
“I…I’m afraid I didn’t hear you correctly. Did you just say you wanted to be under Lord Scaramouche’s division?”
You sigh dreamily at the mention of the faceless man you’ve come to worship with all the stories about him. “Yeah.”
A woman next to you places her hand on your shoulder, a common gesture people make when making sure a person is okay. “A-Are you sure about this?”
“Of course I am! Do you know how long I’ve been trying to convince mama to let me join the Fatui?”
A guy on your right leans close. “You really want to be under the Balladeer? Have you heard the stories about him—”
“Shh! You never know who’s listening!” Someone behind you interrupts.
You roll your eyes. “Well, duh. That’s the whole reason why I joined the Fatui.”
Everyone within hearing vicinity gapes.
“Y-You’re crazy,” someone says but you can’t see over the sea of faces looking at you as if you’ve lost your mind. Nothing new.
You grin anyway. “Heh, tell me about it. Papa’s always raving about how someone like me couldn’t have come from him. Can you believe he accused mama of adultery? And he says I’m the one who’s insane. Everyone can see how much mama loves the old man, though Tsaritsa knows what she sees in him…”
No one says anything.
You turn back to the guy behind the desk who’s in charge of handling your placement, mood turning sour at the reminder of your impending recruitment under the eleventh Harbinger instead of the sixth. What comes out of your mouth is borderline whiny, “So I really have to wait for months before I get transferred?”
He blinks at you before seeming to come to a decision. “Actually, I suppose we can make an exception this time. Since Lord Sixth has the lowest number of recruits compared to all the Harbingers, new faces are always w-welcome.”
He visibly turns green at his own words. You, on the other hand, are nearly jumping with joy by the end of his explanation.
You lean close, nose nearly touching the guy’s if he hadn’t leaned back. “For real?!”
He nods, scribbling something in your paper. Then, he hesitates, looking up at you with uncertainty. “I…are you sure you want to be transferred there?”
Nodding vigorously, it takes all you have not to throttle him and demand for him to hurry up. “Yeah, I do!”
Sighing, he signs the paper and hands it to you. You take it giddily, not noticing the somber mood in the room.
“Anatoly is overseeing the placement of the recruits. He’ll group you in with your fellow newbies under Lord Scaramouche’s troops. Don’t forget to give him that paper.”
“Sure thing!”
You’re almost skipping as you make your way out of the room, past the gobsmacked looks of the other recruits. The excited smile on your lips can’t be wiped away even if you tried.
While you’re lost in your thoughts and fantasies, the rest of the people watch you leave the room with a too-bright grin for someone who’s just signed their death sentence. All they can think of is how much you’ll regret your decision.
They don’t know just how wrong they are.
(dunno if i’ll continue this, but i have a few ideas on where i want this to go)
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#scaramouche x reader#kunikuzushi x reader#gn reader#brainrots
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"Shiny" from MOANA, but its Spies are Forever.
Maui is Curt, Tamatoa is Owen, and Moana is Tatiana.
#i had to watch moana in class today and all i was thinking about was spies#please someone see my vision..i thought about it :3#“you're welcome” is curt coded aswell (joke /silly)#agent curt mega#tatiana slozhno#owen carvour#its like. the song AND the whole scene in general#its like. the disney equilivant of “Torture Tango” to me. atleast#brainrots#spies are forever#curtwen#this is an excuse for me to talk about curtwen
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It's so funny when you are so deep in a brainrot era of something that you just hear and see it everywhere.
Like someone will say "red pigment" and all I hear is "red pikmin".
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BRAIN ROT AGAIN!!!
Venti with a reader who is the reincarnation of his dead friend, the nameless bard.
Imagine Aether going to talk to Venti and decide to bring M/n with him because he found you while walking to meet with Venti.
While Aether and Venti are talking you stick your head out from behind Aether to see who he was talking to and lo and behold it’s venti.
In this case Venti will stop talking and ask Aether who is behind him and when he says it’s his friend M/n you wave at him hello while giving him a closed eyes smile. When you asked who he was he said he was a bard that sings and write poems.
When you handed him an apple and asked if he would like it he took it with a smile. You told him you loved Apples and your favorite juice was apple juice! There’s something in common with the two of you!
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No yandere at the moment, sorry! Have a good day and see you all another time!
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I loved the way you interpreted the idea
But what I had in mind was more of the reader being a tsaritsa from a time of Imperial Russia on Earth and an ambush happens during a negotiation between Russia and another country's allegiance where ✨isekai✨ happens.
Now the Tsaritsa of Russia is met with a platoon of fatui soldiers where she was questioned for disrupting fatui-authorized territory but she was more interested about her troops.
They were in question about her authority for her to have "troops" and then they were by a report that several people were rampaging against groups of fatui, they investigated to see most of the soldiers in the platoon down and the intruders aiming their weapons at them.
The questioned was brought up and asked if those were the troops she was looking for and the moment the attackers saw her they were on one knee and called her "Imperial Majesty Tsaritsa" and asked for her orders.
From that point on she was reported to the Snezhnayan Tsaritsa... I'm dead here
🪷 anon
WAA IM SORRYRYRYRY 🪷 ANONNNN man im dumb
here you go! i think i got it right this time??
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"Where am I? Where is..." you glanced around at the snowy terrain, a familiar sight, yet still otherworldly. "Everyone? Everything?"
There's no answer.
You didn't expect one in the first place, but it's still eerily silent. The only thing that you can hear is the whistling of the wind and the dry rustle of the snowy tree branches.
It all happened so fast... your head hurt trying to remember what had happened. You, the glorified Tsaritsa of imperial Russia was in a meeting with another allied nation and then... everything just went dark, and you awoke in this wasteland, alone, and confused.
You hear a sudden bustle of noise somewhere, a couple hundred feet away, to your left, and you immediately whip around and quietly head toward the commotion, taking care to not be seen by any unwanted pairs of eyes. Peering out from over the overgrown underbrush, you spot a platoon of soldiers gathered about a campfire and discussing matters in hushed tones. You can't recognize the insignias on their uniforms - which is startling. Since you were a child, the symbols and marks of all the nations in the entire world were branded into your mind so that you would never forget. Yet, here you were, staring at the insignia with utter, complete confusion. It resembled your own country's, but only distantly.
You're too far away to clearly hear, but you're able to catch some snippets of conversation. They seem to be talking about a Tsaritsa themself, except you don't recognize any of them, and they certainly don't seem to be talking about you. As you take a step back, trying to find a more suitable hiding spot, the back of your foot hits a pebble and sends it rolling.
You pray that they don't hear it, but it's already too late. They've been trained well, and they immediately whip toward you, seeing you crouched awkwardly. Almost instantaneously they have you surrounded at all sides, pointing a variety of glowing weapons toward you that crackle and spark with elemental energy.
"A... civilian?" A deep voice speaks, coming from the man in front with a large violet hammer that glows ominously. "What are you doing here?"
"Ah... I'm lost. Do you happen to know where this is? And have you seen any of my troops?" You sheepishly stand up, slowly, with your hands raised.
"This is Shneznaya. You don't need to know any more information than that. What are you doing disrupting Fatui-authorized territory? And, troops? What sort of authority do you have??" The questions don't seem to stop as he glares down at you from his impressive height, eyes filled with suspicion.
"Well... I have an army... and like I said... I'm lost..." You didn't exactly know to explain it to them, as they wouldn't even believe the truth if you said it to them.
"That's-"
"Boss! There's trouble!" Everyone pauses and turns around as you spot a huffing man, running your way frantically with large eyes. "The people are rampaging against the forces in the city outskirts! I-" the man pauses for a quick breath, sweat pouring down his face. "I barely managed to escape. We need reinforcements, backup, artillery, anything!"
There's a short moment of silence and shock, before the troops are spurred into action, packing up the tents and grabbing weapons that were previously unsheathed. They bring you along too, partly because they are still doubting your trustworthiness and also because you are quite interested in this yourself.
As the group reached the outskirts, traveling as fast as they possibly could, a chilling sight greeted them. Their comrades' still figures lay on the ground, some piled atop another, with the cloaked perpetrators standing over them menacingly, weapons unsheathed and glittering with blood in the grey-ish sunlight.
The moment you near, they immediately whip around, facing their weapons toward the group, causing them to freeze in their tracks.
"Are... these... by any chance, the troops y-you were looking for?" A cold sweat glistens on his face as the electro hammer vangaurd turns to you slightly, eyes blown.
There's a chance he might be right, so you lean over to take a look, and sure enough, it is them. Your people. Your bodyguards and your own platoon of dedicated soldiers. Immediately, you brighten, before stepping forward, hands clearly raised to see that you mean no ill intent. They train their shots your direction, but as soon as they see your face, they stop.
"Your Imperial Majesty, the Tsaritsa." They bow down low, heads hung as they kneel on one knee, practically kissing the ground. "Blessings to the Empire."
"You may rise."
"We apologize for not recognizing sooner. You may punish us as you see fit. If I may, why is Your Majesty with these people?"
"They are... they are the people who led me here." Turning around to glance back at the stunned Fatui, as they called themselves, you smiled. "Is this enough proof for you?"
"H-How could that be...!"
"Another Tsaritsa??" They start speaking in hushed tones, whispering frantically among themselves.
Your troops surround you, weapons sheathed but hands still gripping them cautiously and ready for any sign of danger. The leader, the one that you have deemed worthy of your trust, turns to you and whispers into your ear, "Do you know how we got here? Were you able to figure anything out?" The rest of the group watches with hopeful eyes, but you can only shake your head.
"I'm afraid we might be stuck here for quite a while."
"E-Excuse me... T-Tsaritsa... If I may, what nation do you rule over?" Another Fatui member, this time a large-bodied gunner dressed in blues and whites, speaks up.
"Russia."
"Where...?"
It's just as I thought. It seems we've been transported to another world entirely.
"You needn't concern yourself with that. Now, I understand you must have orders to abide to?"
He shuffles about nervously, matching the demeanor of the entire platoon standing before you. "Yes... You'll have to come with us. The Tsaritsa - Our Tsaritsa, will want to talk to you."
"Then lead the way. Let's see what sort of predicament I've gotten myself into this time."
masterlist ✩
#melonrots#🪷 anon#answering asks#send asks#send me asks#asks#brainrots#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact#genshin#genshin fanfiction#genshin fanfic#genshin imagines#genshin headcanons#headcanons#headcanon#genshin tsaritsa#genshin oneshots#oneshots#oneshot#shneznaya#isekai#fanfiction#genshin impact fanfics#fanfic#fatui#fatui harbingers#cryo archon#archons#genshin archons
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Girls my age would probably giggle while holding their phone and kick their feet because they're texting their crush or they're having a girls talk over a hot gossip topic or smth.
But for me, a fangirl, it's when i have a silly headcanon or a brainrot and make a post about it, and see my fav online blogs/moots liking them as well hkdjdldljs
#fandoms#fangirl#writers on tumblr#brainrots#maybe its just me#but it instantly makes me so happy like
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Random stuff :P
#one piece#one piece luffy#monkey d. luffy#one piece fanart#brazilian artists#brart#brainrots#my art
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my apologies I keep dying violently deaths there's two brainrots going on and all I can do is stand at work and think about it
I wonder how long it takes until I sell someone some book and call them a fuck ass name of my hyperfixation
#scoop talks#brainrots#its still odysseus dw gang#but theres slowly red dead redemption seeping in#i love men doomed by the narrative its okay
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guys i can’t stop thinking about scaramouche. he’s been plaguing my mind the entire day. he’s like a blood sucking parasite and he won’t leave me alone until i share my ideas. currently writing this with scaracoochie holding me at gunpoint.
thinking about soulmate au with scaramouche where soulmates feel each other’s pain.
for as long as you’ve remembered, your heart has always felt hollow. empty. your mother once told you that your soulmate must have a heart disease of some kind—but no, this isn’t pain. you know what pain is.
pain is the electricity crackling through your veins, sharp pinpricks like a thousand needles trying to protrude from your skin. it is staying up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep because of the ache in your joints as if someone is pulling you apart only to glue you back together, like one of those porcelain dolls you always see being sold at the market.
you know what pain is, and it is not the apathy you feel when you discover who your soulmate is. it is not the stark-white heat that overcomes you as your soulmate’s hand pierces your empty, hollow chest.
pain is the ache you finally feel in your nonexistent heart, a moment before you close your eyes.
and you’ve never known comfort—you’ve never known a lot of things—but you think comfort is the arms that hold you as you breathe your last, dying breath.
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thinking about time travel/time loop with scaramouche where the you travel back to the time you first meet him every time you die.
it’s pointless and foolish and he’s a monster, and you know you should stop coming back, stop greeting him with that same smile you always give whenever you first stumble upon him, dazed and confused and so, so kind and innocent after awakening from his slumber.
you should run from those deceptively angelic looking eyes, but you can’t. no matter how many times you’ve died and come back—the amount of times you’ve died by his hands—you can’t stop coming back and hoping that this time, maybe it’ll all turn out different. that this time, he’ll turn out different.
and perhaps this time, he’ll finally love you back the way he did during your first loop.
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thinking about reincarnation with scaramouche.
it was your fault. you shouldn’t have been so kind to him. so warm and bright and innocent, giving him all you have without expecting anything in return. all he knows is to take and take and take until not even you had anything left to give. still, he continues to take what he perceives to be rightfully his until you’re carved hollow from the inside out. but you shouldn’t blame him, it was your fault in the first place. you should have known better than to treat strangers like him so kindly.
he’s bound your soul to his. til death do us part, but scaramouche will not let even death take you away from him. so even if you decide to take your own life, you can never truly escape his grasp. in your next life and the ones after that, he will always find you, and you will always love him back until you see the monster hidden beneath the veneer of a pleasant smile.
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thinking about isekai with scaramouche.
you’re here. you’re really, truly here in teyvat. the most logical thing to do would be to seek out the traveler, a fellow outlander who would keep you safe until they reach the end of their journey, but you’ve always been reckless and stupid. so you seek out the most disliked harbinger and join the fatui under his ranks.
you thought it would be like the fanfictions you secretly read, where he’d notice you and fall in love with you and you’d live happily ever after. but reality is often different from what you expect.
he is harsh, but not the fun, amusing kind of harsh you once watched and read. he is living and breathing and right in front of you spitting the most horrid words anyone has ever said to you. you imagined him once being mean to you, back when he was fictional and dreamy and not an inch away from taking your useless, pathetic life.
and as you stood in place, blinking back tears that would send him over the edge should he see it, you wonder why you ever thought you’d enjoy it.
#he’s so awful teehee#giggling and kicking my feet while writing this#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#scaramouche x reader#gn reader#word vomit#brainrots#concept
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Cant believe Halloween falls on a Manwhore Monday this year we are truly blessed
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Brain rots
Genshin Sagau Brainrot.
Creator reader sagau scenario
Creator's twin ( God of creation & God of Destruction )
The creator and their (murderous) acolytes
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Back with the Jealous! Pierre 😁😁 to be very honest even if you do this with any driver ill be happy… can u tell I’ve got a thing for the jealousy trope 🫣
Jealous Pierre who tries so hard all day long to ignore the glances you get while ur in the paddock trying his hardest not to glare too hard at those who practically break their neck trying to get a glance at you. Jealous Pierre who gets back from media and sees you laughing with another driver and has to walk away before he loses his cool. Jealous Pierre who doesn’t want to say anything to you because he knows it’s not your fault everyone wants you. Jealous Pierre who’s extra touchy with you at the end of the day and you can’t seem to pinpoint why, but you’re not complaining because the extra kisses to your lips, hand dripping down to the dips of your hips every now and then, and him pulling your body as close as possible to his so he can nuzzle his face into your neck has you on cloud nine all day. No one else but him has been in your mind all day but he doesn’t even know that because he’s so clouded by his jealousy. And then Jealous Pierre who can’t keep his hands off you when everyone meets up at a bar and a certain driver can’t keep his eyes off you. And then finally, he can’t take it anymore and he pulls you away and mutters a silent “we’re going home”. A quiet drive back to the hotel….. etc etc
okay okay i see where you’re going with this. the already established relationship but maybe they’re super on the dl. i’m thinking driver!reader just because it would add to the spice. but what do u think???
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I meant the tsaritsa meeting reader who is the tsaritsa of Russia, most likely Katrina the great but idk,
🪷 anon
oohh i think i get it a bit more- sorry im a bit slow (. . ;)
if i wrote this wrong (which i probably did bc im a confused little person) feel free to correct me! enjoy, 🪷 anon!
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The first time you saw her, it was over a decade ago, during her coronation. She was seated inside of a carriage, looking out wistfully at the crowds of teeming people that had come to cheer for her.
You were only there as there was a political meeting just yesterday, and you hadn't had the chance to go back home yet. Still, her coronation struck a chord with you. There were flowers and music and laughter, threaded together with the intricate strums of a Shneznayan bard.
And now, ten years later, you had returned. But now, you weren't just second to the throne, you were the Tsaritsa to your motherland, and you had came to the cryo nation to merely have a chat with cryo archon.
Petty, yes, but you felt that it was needed, especially with all the rumors that had been going around recently.
The Shenznayan Tsaritsa was cold, but polite and looked after all of her subjects. At least, that was what you were told. The other, darker, less trustworthy rumors suggested that the archon no longer cared for her people, and the people of Shneznaya followed her out of mere loyalty. For the nation of love, you found that hard to believe, but you stored the questionable information in your mind to dwell upon later.
And the rumors did not lie. The trustworthy ones, at least. The first time you met her, there were guards everywhere, standing at the walls of the hallway, around the turns, in front of doors. There were easily hundreds of hard-eyed soldiers looking for any sign of danger. It was a determination that struck you as almost inspiring. And although the Tsaritsa's blue eyes were slightly unwelcoming, she warmed up to you somewhat. At least enough that she spoke with relative ease about you.
"Say, how is your nation faring? Is everything going well?" she looked up from her cup of tea, smiling at you as she shifted her position on her seat elegantly.
"Quite. Trade is going excellently and the people have never been happier. It's a golden age, of sorts." You smiled back at her. "And you?"
"The usual." She responded curtly, taking another sip of the flowery scented tea. "What was it that you wished to speak to me about?"
"...Nothing in particular." You aren't lying. You merely wished to see how the nation and its ruler had changed over the years. "I just came to see how you were doing."
She let out a little brittle laugh. "You travelled that far just to ask me how I was doing? Next time, write a letter and save the effort." She didn't sound like she was trying to be mean, but more that she was giving you a somewhat polite suggestion.
"Maybe I'll do just that. Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you in person. Is it true that you no longer care for your people?" It was a brash question, yes, but this roundabout way of speaking never really had sparked your interest. You scanned her face intently, looking for any betraying expressions that might cross her face.
There were none.
She merely lifted up her tea cup, took a sip of the contents, before setting it back down not very gently, the drops of liquid inside almost spilling out onto the tablecloth.
"And where did you hear such lies?"
"I meant no harm. I merely just-"
The air turned cold as a pair of icy blue eyes stared directly at you. "I suggest being quiet," she hissed, motioning her hand as glassy ice began spreading from the chair on which she sat. "Unless you want to be an unfortunate example of what frostbite can really do."
#🪷 anon#genshin impact#genshin imagines#genshin headcanons#genshin tsaritsa#tsarista#fatui#fatui harbingers#brainrots#answering asks#send asks#send me asks#asks#anon#anon ask#cryo archon#archons#genshin archons#shneznaya#melonrots#genshin impact drabble#genshin drabbles#drabbles#genshin oneshots#oneshots#oneshot
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i'm having such a big afab!jjk men brainrot it's horrible
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