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sprout-fics · 1 year

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I saw possessive ghost leaving hickies (which YES. Love that for him - but I raise you pushy spanking if, for example, you don't answer fast enough or ur drunk on pleasure to get your attention back or just because

Last one for the night, thanks for tuning in all!

You’re drifting off.

It happens on occasion. When you’re stuffed full of him, fit to burst at the seams. He’s an omnipresent force inside of you, hot, unyielding, a force that batters like a gale. Inescapable. Sometimes it’s too much, the sheer brute of his strength a terrible burden to bear despite the pleasure. It tugs at you, threatening to drown you, to sweep you under like a riptide and starve your lungs of air.

In the overstimulation of it, your senses reduced to hazy aftereffects, you’re forced to retreat within the confines of your own mind. Like the escaping tide, you're drawn out into the dark depths, the roll and tumble of the waves bouying you from your own consciousness.

It’s in those cases you hardly hear him, lost in the storm of cock-drunk haze only he can bring.

He calls for you, but you’re sinking just as he sinks into you, plowing into the ore of you and releasing the pleasure there like ocean sapphires.

Smack!

You gasp then, flood your lungs with air as he brings you reeling back to the present, to the ever-lasting sensation of his cock plunging inside your slickened, warm heat.

“Stay with me.” He tells you, and there’s a concern underneath those words, growled as nothing less than an order you're forced to comply. His hands dig into your hips, bearing down on you as he stretches you completely, fully, to the point of pain. You think you’ll carry a piece of him forever with you, the way he scorches open your insides, searing you with only his name.

Simon.

Even as you want to let the pleasure wash over you in a distant haze he forces you back to the present, forces you to endure every single second of pain, of pleasure, of his desire that’s carved into your flesh.

“I-it’s too much.” You whisper, and the words crack in your throat like the flash of lightning on the horizon.

Simon slows but doesn’t stop, resorting to slow, shallow thrusts. Yet it only allows you the space you need to recover, to reclaim the emptiness inside you that he occupies so wholly, so completely you that you’re left hypoxic with the desperate aftereffects.

His hand is in your hair, caressing the corner of your face even as your gaze drifts somewhere he can’t see. Lost against the horizon.

“I’ve got you.” He murmurs, and there’s a touch of gentleness there reserved only for you. His hands smooth along your sides, up from your hips to your breasts, settling underneath the swell of them before grazing downwards once more. The motion is firm, grounding, delicate despite the wide, calloused breadth of his palms.

Yet that gentleness is punctuated with another slap to your ass, gentler this time, but enough to have you pressing your face into the sheets with a lost, wanting groan.

“Talk to me.” He murmurs, and this is Simon now, wanting to know, wanting you to tell him all you feel and more. Not just for your sake, but for his.

“I-I…” You try, face half-buried in the sheets, trying to reclaim your mind enough to find the words. “It feels good. It’s good, Simon. Just-”

You shudder then, a little overwhelmed, a little in love with him, with the way he splinters you from the inside out but is always there to pick up the pieces.

“Slower.” You tell him then, conveying the depths of your desire. “Deeper.”

He obliges without question, and you feel his warmth, his weight as he curls across you, hand digging into your hip as he grinds inside of you with a curse.

“Stay with me.” He tells you again, and his lips settle in the flesh of your shoulder, preventing you from drifting, from escaping him again. “Until the end.”

You already told him you would. Until this end. Until the next one. Until the one that at last costumes you both.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x you #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #thursday night thots #smut #18+#minors dni #my writing #my fic #drabbles #idk what I just wrote #drunk as hell and fucking messy lol #apologies to everyone this evening #I'll be better in the morning #I'm sorry haha #need him to fuck the stupid out of me rn lol

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poetricismic · 1 month

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She loved the night sky...for he was the moonlight...crescent or full, on every phase, he never miss to fulfill...

Poetricismic

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valeriele3 · 1 year

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Now I just want to see a (Genshin)Creator!Reader x TWST

Note: Reader is isekaid into Teyvat and just accepts their new position in this world

Reader is the “creator” of Teyvat and we all know how obsessed everyone is with the creator and etc etc

Reader, overwhelmed with the love and affection given to them 24/7 decides to go to another world they created for a little break

A little vacation (That isn’t really a vacation bc..Overblots)

Reader then ends up in Twisted Wonderland

Of course, since this is a vacation they didn’t say anything about them basically being a god

They didn’t want others to maybe suck up to them for blessings or whatnot. They didn’t want the people of this world to also praise them 24/7

They wanted to treated normally. Like a normal average person

Notes:

Twst people aren’t fully aware of the “creator”

The only people who know about the creator are certain families/royals

This is because of the Seven. Just like in Teyvat there are also seven important figures in twst

The creator made it so that the people focus more on the seven rather than the existence of the “almighty creator”

While doing so, Reader/The creator slowly got rid of any traces of them existing

The creator after creating all these many different worlds fell into “eternal” slumber. Which isn’t eternal bc they woke up

Reader’s body is actually like a puppet. A vessel created by the Creator for if they were to ever wake up and decided to explore the worlds they created

The creator doesn’t have a physical body. That’s why they created a vessel

It says at the start that reader is Isekai’d. The creator, before falling asleep, put the reader’s body on Earth

A planet(Earth) that doesn’t worship them in hopes of letting them live a “normal life” like a regular human being

When Reader got Isekai’d into Teyvat, the creator’s soul merged/fused with Reader’s body

But since Reader basically had their own life, experiences, own personality, thoughts, feelings, etc.

Reader still maintains/has their memories and traits of being “Reader”. The Creator is like that little voice we hear in our heads

The creator guides the Reader

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thee-ghosty · 2 months

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Hii can you please continue snippet 9? I really enjoyed it and crave badly a part 2. 😔🙏🏻

snippet #9.1

part 1

The city fell within days and a new mangled one rose above its ashes. The hero watched it all with glazed eyes, his new world a slugged fog of reality.

He didn’t keep track of just how long he was in that dark room. He knew he never wanted to see it again. But seeing the sunlight felt wrong.

It was wrong.

Villain said, “Sunlight won’t shine on my kingdom, little hero.” And villain wouldn’t lie to hero. Not anymore. Too much blood had been spilt between them, confessions and quiet moments in that dark room formed the twisted trust tethering them together.

Hero twitched under the berating glare of the sun. He needed, craved that darkness again. Maybe this was a new way of torture the villain was playing with. Wait, that isn’t right, Hero thought. The villain didn’t torture Hero. Not anymore. All those pretty names, those kind words, those soft touches. Those were the actions of a lover. A lover wouldn’t hurt the hero, surely. But if this wasn’t torture, what was it then?

The villain strode into the room, breaking the hero’s train of thought. They looked nice; put together and clean compared to the scrap and blood they usually adorned. Hero’s eyes never left them as they sent their gaze upon their utopia. Fire and shattered glass and gore. It was absolute perfection.

“It looks so different in the light, don’t you think?” They spoke softly, their gaze now penetrating the hero’s.

“Yes,” the hero said. His pulse quickened , his heart constantly rapping at his chest cavity. But not in fear. Not anymore.

“I did it for you. You loved the sun.” They were now fully turned to him, approaching his spot in the empty room.

Surely they don’t mean this sun, Hero thought. How could they love something so abrasive?

“I did?” He questioned. The villain hummed in response, tilting his chin so they locked eyes.

“But not as much as you love me, right?”

Hero’s eyes widened, a blush creeping up to his cheeks. He shakily nodded. A small smile traced the villain’s lips. They leaned in closer.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.” Hero said breathlessly.

The villain pulled him in for a soft kiss. A sweet kiss. The most pleasant kiss the hero ever experienced. It was good. This was good. All those other “heroes” that tried to save him were wrong. He was wrong before, trying to stop Villain.

Villain was perfect and right and everything the hero needed. That was the truth, surely.

#Idk what I just wrote #But here it is anyway #writers on tumblr #writeblr #hero x villain #writers #villain x hero #snippet #villain #hero #heroes and villains #Whump?

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not-eli · 2 years

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meaby it's jusy me, but I think the Tormentors were pretty close. Because, like, who the hell would make their friends bully their brother like nothing happened?

To be honest, I think they were that kind of teens that steal their parents credit cards and smash things whit their car.

I need more content about them.

Now.

#Idk what I just wrote #fnaf 4 tormentors #michael afton #Scott i need answers.#afton family #fnaf #lol #fnaf 4

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ravenpoefan · 11 months

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Ben: Humans wants humans to suffer. Some find enjoyment through others pain. They create things, build things and watch others suffer through it. Humans don’t care about if it benefits other people or if it has a positive effect on others or the world, so long as they get to play God and invent something new and against what nature intended.

Arturo: Are you okay?

Ben: I found out that broccoli is a man made plant.

#my oc Arturo #Benedict uno #delightful dads #Idk what I just wrote #father knd #This made more sense in my head

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noelledeltarune · 7 months

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EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

#talk tag #IT KILLS ME. REIGEN IS NOT MOB'S DAD. HE HAS A DAD. INGO IS NOT AKARI'S DAD. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CAN ANYONE HEAR ME #(not even necessarily to say that ingo is in his late 20s but still)#(even if he was a 30-40-50 year old no matter how old he is no fucking teenager is gonna call some guy they met as a 15 year old ''dad'')#GAI IS NOT A FATHER FIGURE TO ROCK LEE HE WAS LIKE 13 WHEN HE WAS BORN! PLEASE!!!!!!!!#one time i saw that a person wrote a fic where mario was like a father figure to luigi.#they are TWIN BROTHERS.#not what this about but idk where else i can say anything about this.#just horrible #also sometimes someone is just An Older Friend like no familial relationship just a friend or acquaintance who is a lot older than you

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adriles · 6 months

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when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess

#book 22 #im verh drunk #hi #greatest hits #not really sure why this one resonated. are u all ok #is everyone just at the shiva #yall need to stop saying you arent gonna eat then in the tags #i love that a lot of you are getting beautiful things out of this #but some of yall need to know i wrote this while incredibly drunk #this isnt meant to be all that deep this is just shitty iliad posting #more comments like this is just judaism. surprise surprise im jewish #but again this isnt about sitting shiva #this is me drunk talking about the last 3 books of the iliad #idk what to tell u man

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dcxdpdabbles · 2 months

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Danny: Hi, would you like to buy some cookies to support my education at Gotham Academy?

Bruce: Yes of course! How much are they?

Danny: ten bucks a box!

Bruce: Put me down for 50 boxes.

Danny: Really!?

Bruce: I have plenty of mouths to feed, trust me. By the way, chum, how did you get past the gate security?

Danny: eh, it wasn't too hard. Honestly sir, it felt like it was more design to keep people in then keep people out.

Damian from the second floor: I WILL NOT BE CONTAINED!

Bruce nods, ignoring Damian: Thank you for the feedback, my boy. I'll have it updated, but please feel free to come by anytime. I love cookies!

Bruce in the Batcave after Danny leaves: How did an uncoordinated nerd get past my systems!?

Tim: I don't know, but I've seen him around school. Get this, he's an engineering prodigy, but his family makes too much to qualify for a scholarship. They also don't make enough to afford his schooling, so he does odd jobs for cash. He creates gadgets for our classmates. That's a rouge in the making if I ever have seen one.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #From a fic I never wrote #Danny is in that weird middle but almost lower class where there is no support #So he doing what he can to pay his education #Meanwhile the bats are suspcious #IDK why Danny is in Gotham #He just a little guy getting by #Bruce was screaming on the inside while being Brucie

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schmidtsgirl · 3 months

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spencer who literally couldn’t have enough of you. You’d wake up and find him underneath the sheets, wet tongue wrapped tightly around your cunt completely devoted to making you cum even in your sleep.

spencer who cant keep his hands off of you even for a second. He’d hold your hand underneath the table. Keep his hand on your thigh while you both drove home. He’d have to have his hands on your body as he rammed his cock into your sweet cunt, either on your hips, or your throat.

Spencer who’d love to see you wearing his clothes, especially his long hoodies as you both fucked. He’d practically throw any sort of clothing your way to either try on or keep. He’d obviously love when you walk around the apartment wearing just his bottom up shirt and white panties underneath, it’d give him an opportunity to pick you up and fuck you against the nearest wall.

spencer who loves the height difference between you two, like he’s obsessed with it. You’re easy to pick up and manhandle into any sort of position he’d like you in. He’d even play around with the height difference, putting things to the highest place so you’d have to call him for help. His size kink also goes up when your underneath him completely naked and gaze so fucked out, but what’d make him completely weak is the fact his dick was clearly visible in your tiny stomach. That’d make lose his mind and start laughing like a maniac while forcing you to look at the massive bugle in your stomach, he’d use pity words “look at you so small you can see my dick’’ “fuck my tiny baby is so tiny underneath me, wanna ruin you”

Spencer who’d keep a secret photo of you in his wallet for memories it was a photo of you completely on display legs spread open, finger in your mouth as you eyed the camera. But what’d he really love about the photo was his cum falling from your cunt.

#𝑳𝑬𝑿𝑰 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺 🏹#spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid smut #criminal minds smut #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #spencer reid x reader #idk what this is i just wrote and this is what was created

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dreadark · 9 days

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that ivan loves till is the most obvious thing about them

but. does ivan know that…?

the ivan that regards his own feelings as shallow, the ivan that learned how emotions are expressed only from copying others… does he even know that the love he’s felt for so long is love? probably not. and part of the reason is the one he loves himself

because the easiest example he has of love is till's feelings to mizi. till outright calls it love, and ivan watches him so much he has to be aware of this and till’s love to mizi is totally unselfish, right. he doesn’t seem to actually want much from her—just that she's still there and still "mizi"

but ivan can't be satisfied with just watching he… wants. ivan wants till’s attention, till’s affection—

surely this selfish wanting can’t be love

...no wonder he was never able to express his feelings straightforwardly when he belittles them so much but he can’t stand not having anything either, so he does… whatever he does instead to get any scraps of attention he can, from someone he's convinced doesn't care about him at all only showing affection when till can't see it, right until he knows he's going to die

but ivan's feelings for till are all he still has of himself... to think of them as shallow...

I've seen this translated as "I should've been kinder" to him (till) or to her (sua)

but really, the one he should've been kinder to was himself

#alien stage #alnst #alnst ivan #ivantill #i have a lot of thoughts on till -> mizi too but this is long enough #just attempting to rewrite my twt rambles more coherently #idk why i wrote this so dramatically tho...#'thank you for being the victim of my shallow emotions' is going to haunt me to my grave #ivan's character is just a careful balance between his natural freak nature and his extreme depths of self-loathing #making him the most miserable guy ever #...really once you realize so much of what went wrong is thanks to ivan just hating himself too much to even think of them as friends. well #c...can we bring him back... don't die like this.....#(also you know. with the implications of how 'pets' are treated #wanting someone physically must feel... even more wrong

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poetricismic · 1 month

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I don't want to block you nor do I want to ghost you...But you disappeared for too long, I forgot that you existed.

Poetricismic

#idk what i just wrote #poetry #words #poetic #feelings #writers and poets #life quotes #lines #quotes #relationship #love poems #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #art #life #love quotes #healing #the parting of the ways

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nuravity · 2 years

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Mew?

"Meow? Ah, I mean...you're not some cat that got a quirk that made you all pink, right? Or...are you another Pokémon?"

#anon #answered ask #idk what i just wrote #mew is so rare that Ochako doesnt believe its a pokemon lol

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not-eli · 6 months

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You think your language is fucked up? Your grocery shop here is called drug shop.

#lol #memes #funny #i think #italian is weird #language #random #idk what i just wrote

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jingsyuans · 24 days

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Jing Yuan who teases you with just the tip. He just barely sinks his hips in only to pull away again. His hand on your flushed cheek, thumb stroking against the soft skin. Wiping away any tears that may have gathered there.

“This is all you can handle,” he says with a tilt of empathy in his tone, as if he felt sorry for you. Shamelessly, he moves a hand down and spreads one of your lips open to get a better view of how he sinks in and out. “Look, little thing can barely take me. It’s better this way.”

It’s not true. Jing Yuan has filled you up with every thick inch of him several times before, but as he’s told you many times- you had to earn it. Tonight, you were lucky enough to get even this much.

“Tell me how it feels,” Jing Yuan is always smooth in his commands, the thumb on your cheek swiping down to your lips. Pressing down on the flesh, making your pretty mouth fall open as he smears his thumb on your gums. He doesn’t have to ask you twice.

“It’s good,” you reply honestly, trained properly. He hums, as if contemplating your response, before moving his thumb farther in your mouth.

“Are you satisfied?”

“No,” you shake your head, eyes watering, but you have never lied to Jing Yuan. Despite your answer, he smiles.

“If I came just like this and left you empty, would you throw a fit?”

You’ve done it before. But you learned your lesson that time, and all the times before. You shake your head. “No,” your mouth is full of his thumb, making spit pool by your tongue as he presses down on the muscle.

“Should I?” He asks next, and his hips keep bumping up and down, never faltering. Despite the lack of overall stimulation, you squeeze around him, and the pleasure of having him on top of you with his hands on you is enough.

You swallow the spit in your mouth and close your lips around his digit, shaking your head again. Just because he could doesn’t mean he should.

Air leaves his nose as he seems to chuckle, licking across his lips as he takes the thumb out of your mouth. “You’re right. I would never leave you wanting, would I?” His wet hand trails down between your legs, a wet gasp pushed out of your lungs before you can reply. Jing Yuan doesn’t hold it against you and keeps his hand where it is, taking pleasure as he sees you chase after him, your little hips squirming and grinding against him. “That’s right,” he hums, letting his eyelashes flutter. He wouldn’t ever leave you wanting.

#idk where this came frommmmm but here it is. I wanted it to be more problematic coded but Oh Well #there r vibes here regardless I just don’t know what they are….. I also don’t like how I wrote him here but whatever #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #jing yuan smut

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mrsoharaa · 2 months

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You and Miguel trip over each others feet, drunkenly, landing on the softness of your cozy bed with your back gently bouncing amongst the thick warmth of your blanket and his towering, stocky frame looming over yours protectively...admirably.

His soft hues of hazelnut irises gaze down at you with such tender and allure. Briefly glances down to the plushness of your pretty, fully lips promptly back up to your glimmering, hazy eyes. Contemplation roaming through his foggy mind.

Your gentle and sweet giggles lure him out from his thinking, eyes focusing more intently into your gorgeous eyes. Sinking and basking in the sheer beauty that resonates from your reeling optics. A lazy, half witted smile weaving across his strong cheeks.

"¿Qué es tan gracioso, preciosa?" he chimes with the same smile, watching you softly roam your tinier hands all over his wide, firm chest. Leaving a trail of arising goosebumps beneath the thin layer of his black shirt that snugged ever so nicely around his bulked stature.

"Y-you Miggy...you're so funny" you emit a small hiccup, fingers still grazing over the soft, light fabric that atoned to his fit body ever so perfectly. Your wandering irises stilling into his directly, nipping back your bottom lip as your palms smoothly, gradually glide their way up and around the juncture of his strong jaw to the back of his neck. Easing in the closeness between the two of you.

He raise a thick brow in curiosity and interest, chuckling lightly as he hums to the light invitation your fingers were hinting at, at the back of his head. Twirling and curling ever so delicately and diligently in between the soften locks of deep mahogany.

"Am I now? do share, dulzura" he keeps his adoring, flaunting smile on his beautiful face. Watching you ever so intently and longingly with every motion you'd make, consuming the intoxicating feeling of your welcoming gentle touches.

You giggle once more, another loose hiccup reverberating through your throat. Your hands clasping more securely around his neck and pull him down to meet your warm, tender lips. Hardly ghosting over the shell of his right ear.

"I can s-see you fighting back the u-urge to kiss me Miguel..." you whisper ever so daintly, smoothly deep into the depths of his ringing ears. You feel his muscles tense under your touch, arising a more coy and playful smirk to tug amongst your heated cheeks.

His head tilts lightly, lips skimming over the flush of your flawless skin, suavely rakes both of his large hands up along the strut of your calling body.

"...Would you be against it, mi amor?" his voice tremored with such lowered bass, rasp like as he grazes your cute cheeks with a teasing touch of his warm lips. Grinning oh so cheekily against the supple flesh as he feels you writhe and squirm a bit beneath him.

Your hands weave more profusely into his curly, brunette hair. Fingers curling and combing through each soften strand, as you pull him more closer towards you.

"O-of course not dummy...that's w-what I've wanted all this time" you breathe out faintly, listening to the sudden hitch of his breath settle at the back of his throat. His dilated pupils following over to remeet your coyish, yearning gaze.

It didn't take him much convincing afterwards to have his hungry lips lap over your own with such dire need and desire. A mixture of dizzying passion and aching want, fueling his ignited action against your lips. Devouring every moan, whimper and breathy gasps that slipped off your trembling, candied lips.

Diligently, wallowing in the devoted and amorous kiss.

#idk what this is but have it <3 #was just thinking about playfully falling over the bed and just tenderly starring up into those big round beautiful brown eyes of his!#especially when it's dark! UGH #ok ok going to bed now lmao #giving you and miggy forehead kisses!#also i wrote this half asleep sooo...expect grammar errors lmfao #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv

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