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beautifulterriblequeen · 16 days

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TDP S6 poster!!!

let's see what we've got in this one! omgomgomg

this won't make a lot of sense, I'm just gushing

First impressions: there is a LOT of magic going on in this poster, and most of it seems to be Moon magic, which Aaravos is casting from his cool book.

There are moon moths everywhere!

Ethari's lotuses are everywhere too!

Some of them are breaking. Some of them have vivid colors coming from them. They could be from the differently colored crystals they all have.

There are also a large number of spirits in the picture!

There's also a red colored spirit, uh oh:

Is this one looking at the white one, do they see each other?

Aaravos has a full moon behind him, and his cube has a blazing moon rune on it. I'm not sure how many other moon themes this poster can hold, are we missing any?

Of interest, there's a thematic similarity to the key art we got of Rayla jumping into the Moon Nexus, where the lower left was dark and creepy with lost spirit arms and the upper right was lighter with the arms of her family reaching for her. In this art, those corners are again the darkest and lightest:

And then there's the man himself. His eyes are glowing bright with magic, he's got his bling on. And it's hard to be certain since we can't see his chest well but it's likely that his star is lit, as it gets when he casts magic.

Okay let's take a quick peek at what is actually happening in this poster. Aaravos is casting magic from the book. It's pouring out of the cool crescent-moon portal thingy there and swirling around.

eta: it's actually connecting the rune cube to the book, but I'm not sure which way the connection is flowing. But he seems to have plugged the cube in, and it is called the Key of Aaravos. Is this book the thing of great power that gets unlocked in Xadia?

And behind him, across the top of the art, you can see something else: a weaving of thick white strands.

What is he actually doing? Is he weaving them, or unweaving them? Is he just releasing three elves from their coins? This looks way more powerful - and destructive - than that. Is he releasing all the spirits ever? Why are there so many spirits in this picture?? Where are they from? Are they also trapped? Were they crossed over? Is he breaking the whole duality of life and death?

Aaravos wouldn't bother casting a measly little spell just to free three elves from coins just because Callum asks him to, not when he could flex stylishly and get something he also wants out of the deal.

Remember when he helped Viren get past Lux Aurea? He didn't have to kill Khessa and poison the Sunforge to help Viren reach Zym. But his method got the caterpillar a burst of primal magic so it could start growing, it stopped the Sunfire forces from retaliating, it gave him some form of payback on Aditi's bloodline, and it stopped the Sunfire elves from being able to use the Sunforge on anyone else corrupted with dark magic. Plus it netted him Pharos and made Viren trust him even more. It was indeed elegant and efficient.

So he's probably doing something on that level again here. Sure, Callum may have given him an opening to help Rayla's family out. But Aaravos will stop when Aaravos decides to stop, and not before. If Callum makes a deal to free three souls that he can't get out of their coins on his own, then Aaravos can definitely work with that.

But he thinks bigger. If Callum wants three souls freed, that's easy enough. But why stop at three? It's so inefficient. Maybe he attacks the Moon Nexus next, and makes it volcano out all the souls it's ever held and looses them on the world in some kind of spirit plague. Job still done, deal met, requirements satisfied. And while the mortals scramble to deal with his mess, he just does whatever he has planned next. All the better that he did something so big that no one can step away from cleaning it up to try to stop him!

Anyway. Art gives me thoughts. Very excited about this poster and its moontastic implications for S6!

#tdp #tdp spoilers #tdp s6 spoilers #tdp poster #tdp s6 poster #aaravos #moon themes are gonna be very big this season

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xadianglyphs · 2 months

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#s5e8 #book five: ocean #primal rune #ocean primal #venus frigoris #finnegrin

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its-leethee · 5 months

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My thoughts are running around in circles about incantation-less and ingredient-less magic right now, thanks to this panel from Puzzle House:

I had speculated that Claudia's hand-flashlight spell and Viren's candle-lighting spell were perhaps a sort of dark magic cantrip that they'd prepped ahead of time and stored up charges for.

But in this Puzzle House scene, Claudia doesn't categorize the candle-lighting trick as dark magic. She explains that Kpp'ar coined the term "snap magic" and that it was powered by "a 'spark of fun' instead of primal sources or..." or what remains a mystery, because Claudia interrupts herself there and doesn't finish her explanation.

There's an intriguing passage in ToX explaining that experienced* dark mages can cast some "simple" spells, specifically like lighting a candle, without dice rolls (bypassing the pass/fail mechanic of the game); however, it's not clear if that means they wouldn't still have to use a reagent to perform the spell.

--Tales of Xadia, page 147

*"Experienced" dark mages as in, possessing dark magic trauma from the accumulated and untreated stress brought about casting dark magic spells.... Do you really consider that a "spark of fun," Kpp'ar?

The other time I've heard mention of magical sparks is from Lujanne's lecture about arcanums in 2x01 (emphasis mine):

"Wait, what's an arcanum?" "It's like... the secret of the Primal, or its meaning." "The secret of the Primal?" "Yes. That secret becomes a spark. The tiniest possible flicker of a Primal Source inside you. But enough to ignite the world with its magic."

There are two other examples within the show where mages cast spells without voicing a spell or incantation. Every instance where Aaravos casts a spell, he is silent, and Callum is able to cast spells underwater in 5x09 without breathing a word. They both still do need to trace out runes/do some kind of hand-waving for their spellcasting.

So, we have sparks, we have secrets, we have silent mages... and I wish I had more of the pieces to this puzzle, because I can't put together a conclusion.

#anyways. that's the post.#all puns are intentional and i apologize for none of them #the dragon prince #tales of xadia #puzzle house #tdp speculation #dark magic

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wheretwofacesmeet · 7 months

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#the dragon prince #Infantis Sanguine #Sea of the Castout #rayla #moonshadow elf assassin #Stella the Cuddlemonkey #star primal #star arcanum #star magic #ocean magic runes #tdp Callum #tdp Ezran

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themodernwitchsguide · 9 months

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runes and their divinitory meanings

ᚠ fehu

BRIGHT STAVE: wealth, transaction, gold, prosperity, the fiery spark that can initiate productivity. creativity, energy, and generosity MURK STAVE: greed, duplicity, slavery, materialism and dishonesty, wolves lurking in the forest

ᚢ uruz

BRIGHT STAVE: primal strength and persistence, energy, tenacity, the survival instinct, raw energy, desire MURK STAVE: stubbornness, brutality, waning strength, the fragile ego that acts out

ᚦ thurisaz

BRIGHT STAVE: willingness and drive to protect oneself, manifestation of primal will, primordial energy MURK STAVE: violence, mental disturbance, sexual predation

ᚨ ansuz

BRIGHT STAVE: inspiration, oration, "divine breath," heed the advice of the divine MURK STAVE: being manipulated against the divine, lies

ᚱ raidho

BRIGHT STAVE: movement, propulsion, journey, discipline is needed to enact a change MURK STAVE: forced change, chaos, swimming upstream

ᚲ kenaz

BRIGHT STAVE: spark of creativity, bright ideas, fire power and energy, light in the darkness MURK STAVE: pain, exposure and weakness

ᚷ gebo

BRIGHT STAVE: generosity will be returned, sacrifices made out of love and loyalty MURK STAVE: stinginess, evil repaid with suffering, charity used to polish self image and boost ego

ᚹ wunjo

BRIGHT STAVE: joy, bliss, happiness, a sense of belonging with loved ones, support and achievement MURK STAVE: depression, alienation, rage

ᚺ hagalaz

BRIGHT STAVE: storms and forces beyond our control, our own darkness becomes potential for creation MURK STAVE: that which festers and broods under the surface, change for the worse

ᚾ nauthiz

BRIGHT STAVE: strife and strain, desire, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger MURK STAVE: poverty and health concerns

ᛁ isa

BRIGHT STAVE: take a much needed break, reinforces the runes it's close to MURK STAVE: blockage, illness, self-loathing, laziness, lethargy

ᛃ jera

BRIGHT STAVE: the harvest will be fruitful, your efforts will pay off, this too shall pass MURK STAVE: efforts put in the wrong place, a poor harvest

ᛇ eihwaz

BRIGHT STAVE: strength, reliability, mysticism, clairvoyance, communication with ancestors MURK STAVE: associated with death, caution is advised

ᛈ perthro

BRIGHT STAVE: good luck, good karma, birth/pregnancy, major life altering decisions MURK STAVE: bad karma, addictions, pessimism, repercussions for your actions

ᛉ algiz

BRIGHT STAVE: represents a shield (spiritual/ancestral/physical), things we hold sacred MURK STAVE: something is in danger, take stock and look for unseen dangers

ᛊ sowilo

BRIGHT STAVE: health, success, life force, radiance, facilitates positive change MURK STAVE: arrogance, misuse of power, distorted mindset, approach with balance

ᛏ tiwaz

BRIGHT STAVE: stay on track and stay disciplined, order, righteousness, the god Tyr MURK STAVE: over-sacrifice, tunnel vision, loss and imbalance, rage and frustration

ᛒ berkano

BRIGHT STAVE: light, renewal after chaos, fertility, birth, love, "feminine" magic, children MURK STAVE: problems conceiving, negativity/confusion with love, unwillingness to change

ᛖ ehwaz

BRIGHT STAVE: travel, fruitful partnerships, mutual respect, loyalty, sex MURK STAVE: jealousy, unequal exchange, strife in partnerships, take care of what's important to you

ᛗ mannaz

BRIGHT STAVE: mind and memory, human nature or connection with others, balance between masculine and feminine MURK STAVE: loneliness, difficulties with intimacy, possibly issues concerning gender (as in personal identity or conflicts with others)

ᛚ laguz

BRIGHT STAVE: success, the primordial waters, creation and fertility, psychic visions and dreams MURK STAVE: subtle manipulation, hypnosis, paranoia, poor decision making, avoiding responsibilities

ᛝ ingwaz

BRIGHT STAVE: the god Freyr, gathering of loved ones, home and hearth, peace, prosperity, (male) fertility MURK STAVE: someone unwilling to leave, responsibilities being avoided

ᛞ dagaz

BRIGHT STAVE: dawn, illumination, hope, unifying unlike aspects, joy for life is balanced with responsibilites MURK STAVE: warns that the truth can be painful

ᛟ othala

BRIGHT STAVE: everything inherited, oaths, revisiting roots, family, ancestors MURK STAVE: elitism, ethnocentrism, discrimination

#norse runes #runes #rune #divination #witch #witchblr #witchcraft #norse paganism #pagan #paganism #polytheism #norse polytheism #polytheist #magick #magic

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fantastic-fr-scries · 8 months

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Imperial Male

Flaxen / Ivory / Sanddollar , Metallic / Bee / Runes

Light Primal

#flight rising #flight rising dragon #flight rising scry #scrying workshop #fr scries #flight rising imperial #fr imperial #flaxen ivory sanddollar #metallic primary #bee secondary #runes tertiary #light primal

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immortalsys · 3 months

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Kaeya (angst) Headcanons !!! yayy

Tw religous themes

- He has a golden eye, which he hides beneath the patch. Around it, there's a burn scar, but his vision recovered itself through the use of khemia. His tears are golden, too.

- When he first arrived in Mondstadt, he had a strong, "strange" accent which faded over time. His way of speaking was also odd; it resembled the vocabulary of ancient Mond. This also faded away.

- Being near Statues of the Seven triggers chronic pains in his joints and weighs down his body. Looking at them results in eye-pain, especially the golden one. This pain lessens when he lowers his head in respect.

- The Statues terrified him as a child. Even as an adult, there is a primal, creeping anxiety blossoming anytime he gets close.

- Additionally, the Wind has been a suspiciously reactive element; near Statues, it wraps around him, both as comfort and silent warning. It becomes icy and sharp on days he bitterly thinks of home, warm and soothing on restless nights he spends patrolling.

- He does not pray. However, he isn't blind to signs either.

- He's forgotten some of the spoken language and runes of khaenriah. They still manage to haunt his dreams almost each night, follow him in Domains.

- speaking of; He hears echoed cries in ancient domains. Begs to save them, to free them of their agony, to stay. He does his best to ignore them.

- His own vision hurts. Wearing it at all weighs his body down, though using it not only creates joint pain, but lines of corruption zapping up his skin as well. They fade quickly, yet leave a hollow agony behind.

- He always knew Venti was Barbatos; what else would make him freeze in terror like that but a God? ... Over time he's come to relax in his presence, the alcohol certainly helps.

- He's had nightmares about That Night with Diluc so many times he can't remember what really happened anymore

- Speaking of; he dreams of Mondstadt burning down a lot. Of having to choose one day. Of the kids he grew up with back home, of them screaming for help. Of the faces of the elders, calling out for him. Their golden boy, their hope, their future.

- Klee reminds him of young Diluc. Maybe that's why he's so lenient and protective of her.

- He has written over a dozen letters to Diluc but never sent any.

- Helping out elderly in Mondstadt makes him feel more genuine and fake all the same; and too often, their faces merge with one's of the past.

- He knows Diluc visits Crepus' grave at least three times a year. His father's birthday, deathday, and Dilucs own birthday. Kaeya watches from the cathedral, legs itching to man up and join him. He's never managed to build up the courage to do so.

- The cold of Dragonspine is surprisingly soothing to his pains. He guesses that's also the case for Albedo, and why the Researcher stays there majority of the year.

- Speaking of; Albedo. He feels some kind of kinship with the man. They've talked a bit, but he's never been brave enough to bring up Khaenriah.

#immortalsystem #kaeya headcanons #kaeya alberich #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact #headcanon #khaenri'ah #genshin barbatos #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #ragbros #crepus ragnvindr #angst

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 4 months

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The Goddess

Note: requested by @foxyanon! I really hope I did justice to your idea.

Warnings: 18+! smut, primal play, sex magick, knife play, blood.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: you and Sihtric did a new ritual together.

wordcount: 2,2k

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You and Sihtric simply couldn't get enough of each other. You had just moved into your first home together. The furniture was scattered all through the apartment, as were unpacked and half unpacked boxes. The only room that was completely finished was the bedroom. The walls were painted a pleasant colour of green, while the cabinets and decorations were a mix of golden and rose. The colours represent the goddess you both honoured, Freyja, for whom you also had made a little altar in the corner of the bedroom. You and Sihtric had done rituals together to honour the goddess and to ask for her help, and with her help you had managed to successfully obtain the wonderful apartment you now called home. So when you told Sihtric a ritual was in place to thank the goddess, and also to ask her to bless your relationship in this new phase of your lives, he immediately was onboard. And it wouldn't be just any ritual, no, it would be the first time you performed sex magick together.

The bedroom was smoke cleansed earlier that day, and now incense burned and the scent of amber spread in the air. Flower petals were scattered on the floor and candles were lit in safe places. All the lights were switched off, your new home was completely dark, apart from the several burning candles that were safely placed in every apartment room. You and Sihtric had both taken a cleansing shower, separately, before you met again for the ritual in the darkened bedroom. You were dressed in a silky white, short nightgown while Sihtric was wearing just his grey sweatpants, comfortable and light clothing were important because you had to feel at ease and not restricted.

Sihtric's dark, shoulder length hair was still damp and pushed behind his ears. The scars on his face, arms and torso were visible as the candles casted a faint and romantic glow. Your almost dried hair was tied back into a bun and you were both barefoot as you sat on a large blanket made of black feathers, which you had spread out on the wooden bedroom floor. Next to you, on the feathery blanket, was a round wooden plate on which an athame was placed. The silver double edged dagger had a black handle and runes carved into the blade, and it was purely used to draw blood or cut flowers and herbs during rituals. Next to the athame was an amber necklace and a first-aid kit, just in case, but you trusted each other and knew you both would be careful when it came down to using the blade.

Sihtric's Mjölnir pendant dangled as he leaned in to secure the amber necklace around your neck, which would later be an offering to Freyja. He then sat back and mirrored your position. You had thoroughly discussed the ritual beforehand and were clear on what you wanted to manifest and achieve. Sex and magick had never been an issue in your relationship, but combining the two was new and you were both filled with adrenaline. You both sat back on your heels, knees touching, and you lightly held each other's hands and looked into each other's eyes. Your breathing slowed down, as did Sihtric's, and soon you both breathed calmly and in sync. You gazed into Sihtric's mismatched eyes, one light and one dark, and your focus was purely on him, his body and your own body. You felt your muscles relax and your thoughts stopped racing, a trance like feeling washed over you, nothing but calmness, safety and love. Pure, primal, raw, real, deep, lustful, passionate and honest love. That is what you felt for each other and that is how you planned on honouring the goddess as well as each other.

You felt your heart begin to beat faster while your breathing stayed calm, but became heavier, and your lips parted slightly while your relaxed state slowly filled itself with desire. You saw Sihtric's eyes darken after he experienced the same feeling, and he slowly but firmly rubbed his thumbs over your hands. You both smiled softly while your eyes wandered all over each other, and the loving gazes transformed into lustful gazes. Sihtric slowly licked his lips, then his teeth, and he swallowed hard to keep his breathing steady. His eyes darkened even more and then he slowly got up on his feet. He held your hands and helped you up to stand in front of him, he turned you around, your back towards him, and he slowly trailed his tattooed fingers up your arms and to your shoulders. He lightly touched the amber necklace around your neck and, when he leaned in as he towered over you, you felt his cold bronze pendant touch your back. It sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, and your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his warm breath on your neck.

'Hide, my little bunny,' Sihtric whispered, his lips grazing your ear while his low voice made you shiver with anticipation. 'Run and hide,' he chuckled playfully, 'and I will hunt you like a falcon. And when I find you,' he husked, 'you're mine to play with.'

You held your breath until Sihtric stepped back, and you felt his hands slowly pull away from your bare arms. Then, when you lost his touch… you ran. You ran as fast as you could through the dimly lit halls of your apartment, away from the bedroom, and you began to tip-toe through the half dark in search of a hiding place. You hid between a few unpacked boxes in the spare room, knowing that if Sihtric stepped into the room you could escape through a second door that led to the storage room next door. You listened carefully for any movements, but Sihtric was quiet and had no trouble sneaking around. He had done it often in his own home, when you stayed over, just to scare you. But now it was different. Now you were hiding from him because you knew he was sneaking around, and you knew he would carry the athame that had been in the bedroom. It was all part to honour the goddess and to become even closer to one another, through exploring sexual desires without fear and shame and to be aware of all your senses.

You felt the excitement in your body; in your core, as it tightened like a spring that needed to be released. You shuddered when you suddenly heard your boyfriend's light footsteps nearing the room you hid in, and you had to bite down a nervous and elated giggle.

Sihtric quietly entered the room after he had searched the living room and the kitchen, but there his instincts told him to look in the spare room, and once he stepped through the door he smiled. He chuckled softly, the sound of it setting your lower abdomen on fire. He chuckled because he knew you were in the room. He knew he had found you, because he smelled you. He smelled the scent of your body lotion, which he loved, but there was another scent he caught which he loved even more.

'I know you're here, bunny,' Sihtric purred, 'I can smell you, darling. I smell the scent of lavender and eucalyptus,' he inhaled sharply and smacked his lip, then exhaled slowly, 'and the scent of your soaked pussy,' he almost growled. He pulled away the box you hid behind after you let out a soft moan at his words, and you jumped up. You laughed and screamed, then tried to run to the second door but Sihtric was fast, like a falcon, and he grabbed your arm. He yanked you towards him and pushed you down on the floor, where he crawled on top of you. Sihtric was just a shadow above you, as the candle casted its glow from behind him, but he could see your eyes widen with arousement and anticipation, and he laughed threateningly as he leaned in. You caught a glimpse of the blade in his hand as he held it up, and then you felt the cool steel being pressed against your throat.

'You're mine now, little bunny,' Sihtric cooed in your ear.

You then felt his tongue on your neck, licking up to your earlobe which he bit teasingly while his free hand moved up your thigh and underneath your nightgown. He trailed his fingers up between your thighs, lightly teasing your folds which he had free access to as you wore no panties, and he then smoothly pressed one finger inside you. You didn't speak, but your heavy breathing and the wet fluid that coated his finger told Sihtric all he needed to know. He got up and swiftly threw you over his shoulder, and he gave your ass a hard spanking as he carried you back to the bedroom. You pretended to fight his grip on you, just to rile him up, and it worked. Because he threw you on the bed and smoothly cut through the silky fabric that covered you up with the ritualistic dagger. Sihtric tore off your ripped nightgown and he was fast to remove his sweatpants. He then pinned you down on the bed again, the dagger held lightly against your throat. Sihtric's breathing was heavy and he bared his teeth at you, he then removed the blade from your neck and his lips took its place, sucking your sensitive skin, marking and claiming his prey.

You felt his markings as he made them, and you raked your hands through his wild, loose hair. You pulled his locks, hard, to which Sihtric growled like a beast and began to tease your pussy with the tip of his hard, leaking cock, his pre-cum mixing with your own arousal. You moaned and dug your nails in his back, clawing at him and scratching his back while he sunk his teeth in your shoulder, leaving his teeth marks. Strangled moans and heavy grunts left his lips when you began to push your hips up against his, desperately wanting to be taken by the man who owned your heart. You wrapped your legs around his waist, another silent beg for him to take you. He then flipped you over, on top of him, while he laid back on the bed and looked up at you with hooded, adoring and lustful eyes. His big, warm hands grabbed your hips and he grinded you down on his cock.

'Ride me,' he commanded, yet half begged.

You obeyed and sunk down on his twitching length. You both gasped softly as you took him all in, and you felt his fingers dig into your skin, holding you with a bruising grip. You began to rock your hips, slowly at first and gradually speeding up. The candle flames flickered as you looked into each other's eyes, both completely in awe with one another and so in love. Sihtric smiled at you, sweetly, and he bit down on his lower lip as he hummed in pleasure, watching you bounce rhythmically on his cock while your hands were placed on his broad shoulders. You dragged your nails down over his muscular chest, leaving red marks and drawing tiny droplets of blood from him, with which you painted your fingertips and you then brought your hands up to your neck and trailed them down your breasts to your stomach, painting yourself with light and thin strokes of his blood, until you reached your clit and began to stimulate yourself with your reddened fingers.

Sihtric took your free hand and kissed it, then licked and sucked his own remaining blood off each of your fingers while he watched you pleasure yourself as you rode him so perfectly. He carefully took the athame and he made a light, shallow cut on the palm of your hand and he pressed it onto his chest, his heart, which you owned, and your blood left a mark before you smeared it over his torso and then onto your own thighs. And as you continued to make that raw and passionate love, you both envisioned yourself together in the future. You were manifesting your wishes, dreams, desires and goals while you made love. And when you both felt your climax approach, Sihtric cut the amber necklace around your neck with the silver blade and you both held it in between your blooded hands, as they were pressed together, coating the amber with the colour of two lovers who were destined to be together.

And as you both came, your desperate gasps and moans and his groans and deep grunts mixing together, your fingers locked even tighter as you held each other's hand. And Freyja's offering, the amber necklace painted with blood and charged with the energy of both your orgasms and love, was held tightly as you both came down from your highs. And once cleaned up, you and Sihtric would place it on the little altar for the goddess, and afterwards you would fall asleep in each other's arms; safe and loved. Forever.

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