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vcnillazelda · 1 year

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Hi there! An idea crossed my mind. How would 141 and König react to the reader bringing an abandoned kitten she rescued during a mission, hidden to the base? I kept imagining her avoiding them and even keeping the cat hidden inside her clothes on some occasions, afraid that if they were discovered, they would confiscate her new pet.

(I might add that both the reader and the characters have a crush on each other, but neither party suspects it until this cat incident.)

kitty

könig x reader

summary: you’ve been acting strange after getting home from your last mission, no one seems to notice except him.

tags: pining, könig is absolutely oblivious, fluff

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könig’s gaze is following your every step. this is the third cup of milk you’ve gotten within a few hours, and you’ve been shrugging it off as ‘cravings’. könig was confused. you’ve never drank milk by itself, you lever touched it unless it was for cereal. getting up, he follows you to your room, knowing that your lock was broken. “mein fruend?” he asks, opening the door to your room. you jump, almost dropping the cup as you cradle something to your chest. “könig! why uh- why are you here?” you ask, hiding the something from his gaze. “what are you doing?” he asks, stepping towards you. “nothing!” you yelp, averting your gaze from his. “jeckyl…” he mutters, voice low. the way your call sign rolls off his tongue in that accent makes you shudder. “it’s nothing.” you reply, shying away. könig blinks, assuming he’s making you uncomfortable he takes a different approach. (my friend?)

sitting down, könig gently touches your arm, trying to see what you were hiding. “what do you have there?” he asks, thumb subconsciously stroking the skin under your short sleeve. “nothing- nothing…. it’s nothing, don’t worry.” you stammer, drawing away a little. “what’s gotten into you? are you sick?” the austrian man frowns, pressing his cool knuckles to your flustered forehead. “i’m not sick..” you reply, voice soft. “then what’s wrong?” a tiny white and orange head peeks up from under your arm, interrupting your conversation. könig blinks, visibly taken aback by the tiny kitten. “please don’t tell anyone..!” you beg, head falling to his shoulder as you close your eyes. “eine katze?” he mutters, offering his hand to the kitten who scrambled to get into his palm. it was quite a chunky little white and orange cat, too young for könig to determine the breed, it’s little body barely spills over the edges of his hand. “where did you get it?” he asks, and you sigh. “i found him on my last mission…” you mutter, pulling away. (a cat?)

“i wont tell anyone…” he mumbles, and you visibly perk up. “really..? you wont?” you ask, eyes widened a little in surprise. “nein. i wont.” könig assures you, gently stroking the cat’s head as he purrs loudly. “why did you hide this from me?” he asks, and you sigh softly. “i was afraid you’d turn me in…” you mumble, watching the kitten in his hands. “i would never turn you in, schön.” he whispers, voice delicate and caring. it makes your heart flutter and you want to kiss his pretty lips. “könig…” you trail off, and he simply smiles. you lean in a little, yet remember yourself and push back. könig’s brows furrow a little yet before he can ask the kitten flops off his palm dramatically, rolling off his thigh and onto the bed. you pick him up, gently stroking his little head as you think. “i’ve been meaning to ask you something, can i? whilst i have you here..?” you ask softly, he smiles. “of course. you can ask me anything.” his hand meets yours to assure you, yet it only flusters you more. (no / lovely.)

“um… i uh- fuck.” you take a soft breath, and könig grows worried. had he done something wrong? his mind speeds ahead with constant thoughts of what could possibly be wrong. “könig.. i um… i really like you, and uh… i was just wondering if you feel the same way…” you mumble, looking away. all thoughts stop, and könig blinks at you owlishly. everything he felt for you before comes flooding to him in a realisation. he didn’t just love you as a friend, he didn’t just cherish you as an ally. he loved you, genuinely loved you. how stupid of him to not realise. “you- you don’t have to, könig. i’m so sorry- i’m so embarrassed. just pretend i never said that-“ you ramble, cradling then sleepy kitten close to your chest. “no- no, no no!” könig scrambles, gently grasping your arms. “schön, i feel the same…” he admits, and he feels so relieved. you must feel relieved too, because you let out a soft sigh, slumping against his chest. “thank god- i was worried i ruined everything.” you mumble, and he sighs softly. “you could never ruin what we have, meine maus…” he mutters, leaning in and gently kissing you lips. (lovely / my mouse.)

your hand comes away from the kitten as you cup his cheek with your palm, kissing back gently as if you could still ruin everything. “ich liebe dich, meine maus.” he mumbles, slightly crooked nose gently nudging yours. you smile, kissing him once more. the saccharine moment is interrupted by the kitten mewling, his tiny paws slapping at your chest. “sorry, sweetie. you must be hungry.” you mumble, and könig chuckles. “let me help you, maus.” he whispers, fingers softly stroking your cheek. “thank you, könig, truly. you’re amazing.” you beam, kissing him again. (i love you, my mouse. / mouse.)

#könig x you #könig x reader #könig x y/n #könig mw2 #konig modern warfare #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig x you #konig call of duty #könig modern warfare #könig call of duty #konig x y/n #konig fluff #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 call of duty

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uwuowotf2waslife · 6 months

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What if Medic taught the team sex ed because he found out that someone has an STI and the mercs later either follow his advice or completely ignore it + Medic educating reader on safe sex on practice

The reason I came up with this is that I'm really stupid so I got thrush. I'm so fucking embarrassed, I'm a grown ass woman but I somehow did my hygiene incorrectly and I'm itchy down there and it burns to pee. I'm making an appointment with a gynecologist as I write this so I should be fine

Love your writing, acceptance of horny and your chill. Best wishes to you and sorry for shitty English

Dw frend your english is ✨✨✨✨

Also get well soon <3 it happens to the best of us

Tw: Sex mention/STD mention

In this case: Spy (fuckboy) got trush and Medic had a mild stroke when finding out only 3/9 Mercs understand the concept of STDs

Medic: lecturer in the conference room used in ED. Has a small presentation of whats STIs are and how to avoid them.

“Zo az you zhee, thiz are the common STDs you may encounter during ehm…”

“During third base!” Pips Scout.

Visible confusion by all non english speaking members except Spy

“The boy means sex… speak like an adult sout.” Half muffled by a ciggarete.

“Doubt you can get a hard on, frenchman, just 10 secs ago sawbone said you loose your errectIon once you hit 60” scout goes for a low blow

“Your mother never complains, does she.” Spy snakes back for a lower blow.

“SAY IT AGAIN FUCKFACE AND YOULL HAVE A MUFFCABBAGE FOR A HEAD” scout tries to grab his pistol, forgets that he had to surrender it at the lockers for safety.

“SHUT UP BABYMEN! DOCTOR SAYS ITS IMPORTANT “ a russian roar cuts them both raw and leaves them hanging.

A shill sound cuts them all, now Medic using Archimedes claws to get them all to pay attention

“Danke mein Freund “. “Now I know thiz will be embarrassing but you are all very welcome to use the jar in the medbay, well you wish to… touczh third base” A true genious never lets new opportunities for a learning moment to fall.

“So the condom jar?” “Didnt yall ever used that till Spy got Thursh??!” Scout looks dumbfounded

“You dont really use protection when ya are a gentleman, mongrel!” Sniper visibly annoyed and flustered because in his non medical experience a quickie in a van isnt really prime time for proper sex ed usage.

“Snipes Sheep dont count!” Scout goes for the low hanging fruit.

Sniper roses up and looks anywhere for a weapon but decides his chair is prime

Untill he is stopped by heavy and is basically hogtied by a even taller and burlier man

“Next will be in Locker” simple threat but working.

“Dankeshone Fruende… but yes I expect you all to use them. We cant have a czeafire because you all have different sztrains of StDS reaking havoc.”…

“ Never seen you using one tho Sawbones” Again scout being a dumbass.

Soldier now fed up , stands up and salutes

“MEDIC AS AN AMERICAN I HAVE BEEN TAUGHT IN MY AMERICAN EDUCATION WHAT SEXUALY TRANSIMETED DISEASES ARE, BUT THIS HERE BASTARDS HAVE MADE THIS LESSON UNACCEPTABLE. PERMISSION TO STRANGLE SCOUT?”

“NO TALK BABYMAN!”

“What if ye just want yer dick sucked by a bird? Do ye also need a condom?” Demo awoken has to ask the most revelant question in the last hour and a half.

“YOU DO VAT TO BIRDS?” Medic officially snapped.

“Ya know, chicks” scout yells amidst being stangled

“Vat?”

“HE MEANS WOMEN YOU IDIOT” hogtied sniper yells

“JA YOU DUMBKOFF!”

Earie silence from Medic finnaly snapping.

“Do we also have to use it with dudes? Like is it any different?”scout is about to pass out.

Medic defeated

Spy horrified his son is bi ( boomer fainting)

“I mean same same but different so prolly yeah” answers him an amused Engie.

“Mhmmm mmh” Pyro says and leaves the building.

True mercenary chaos ensues with Spy accusing Scout from hiding shit from him while all the others have fights about who did what and why they didnt use a wrapper.

Case in point

They are all idiots.

#tf2 heavy #tf2 fandom #tf2 imagines #tf2 headcanons #tf2 shiposting #tw sex mention #tw std

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emotionally-helpful-illusionist · 6 months

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Uhm hallo, dear fruend, I have come in an hour of need... Mein fruend Soldier. Vhell. Uhm. Vhould you happen to know vhy he is- How do you say?

A rotting corpse-man currently?

She giggles a little at the phrasing, but quickly stops herself to answer.

"I've been trying to figure that out myself. I have no idea why he's turned into a zombie. I'm the one who saw him turn. I still don't know why. That's the word for 'rotting corpse man' by the way, zombie."

V has one hand in her pocket now, fidgeting with something that makes a faint, periodic clicking noise.

"I was actually thinking about coming to you to ask about it. I think the two of you know each other better than I know him. And I'm no doctor or expert over the supernatural, I have no idea what caused it. Do you have any ideas?"

#emotionally xyz mercs #emotionally helpful illusionist #emotionally inept medics

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thevagueambition · 2 years

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do you know how to get access to the german language version of the poem in the Berlins Drittes Geschlect ? My german is terrible but I really want to see the original script, i need to know what exact words that dude wrote on whatever scratched out crumpled piece of paper whilst having them gay thoughts!!!! i know it probably wasn't a quill but i am imagining he wrote it with a quill and agonized over how few words actually rhyme with "fruend"

All of Berlins Drittes Geschlect is available here now (it wasn't back when I posted the English version of the poem).

This is the original version of the poem -- he doesn't rhyme anything with Freund haha ;)

„Ihm in die tiefen, treuen Augen sehen, Mit ihm vereint an meinem Fenster stehen, Zu lehnen mein Gesicht an seine Wange, Ganz still, recht fest und lange, lange, Ist das nicht Glück genug — Ihm sanft die Hände zu berühren, Den Atem seiner Brust zu spüren, Mit meinem Haupt an seinem Herzen liegen Und meinen Mund an seine Lippen schmiegen, Das ist doch Glück genug — Zu schauen, wenn er lacht und froh sich regt, Zu merken, wenn er ernst und tief bewegt, Zu sehen, wie in allem, was er treibt, Er stets sich gleich an Kraft und Schönheit bleibt, Ist das nicht Glück genug — Die Ansicht mit ihm auszutauschen, Dem Wohllaut seiner Stimme lauschen, Sein Leben schöner zu gestalten, Wenn Leid ihn quält, treu zu ihm halten, Das ist doch Glück genug — Ihm sagen können, daß er mir das Höchste, Von ihm vernehmen, daß ich ihm der Nächste, Ihm schildern dürfen, wie sehr ich ihn liebe, Den Wunsch zu hören, daß sein Freund ich bliebe, Das ist doch Glück genug — O, wenn ich es doch nie erlebte, Daß ich noch mehr an Glück erstrebte, Als mir so reichlich ist beschieden, Dann hätten er und ich den Frieden Und beide Glück genug.“

I actually hadn't read the original before myself either -- it's interesting to see, not least because "Glück" has different connotations than "joy" (although I understand why Conway choose this translation).

#berlins drittes geschlect #berlins third sex #i dont know how to explain the difference in english #but glück er lykke ikke glæde

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xxmaxhoneyyxx · 3 years

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https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5yz86XQuSFyiegQLKlQgaG?si=4J9wIuKlRbumjRE627cqeg

listen to my jefferson playlist, fren. 🥺🤠

Nô

#hellno #why mein fruend #spoify #ask

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ranchlicker · 4 years

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𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕖𝕕𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕥𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕟/𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕤𝕖𝕪

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: (𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕤) - 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕥𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞. (𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤)

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟙𝟚𝟟𝟙

panting, the crew slumped at their makeshift camp, silence washing over the battlefield as the zombies calmed to a stop. the silence before the storm. snow fluttered down around their fire, melting slowly at the heat. takeo was exhausted, being a smaller man with less energy than nikolai. edward rummaged through the pack they had found, finding a canister of water and wordlessly passing it over to the japanese man. takeo thanked him, taking a gulp of water before passing it to nikolai after he whined about not sharing. "so, do you mind giving us the rundown on what the fuck is happening." dempsey asked, his eyes falling onto the doctor. "i... hm.." he hummed distastefully. "i feel it may be too confusing."

nikolai grumbled, "are you calling us dumb?" he seethed. "no, no! of course not, its just a mind boggling story." he quickly smoothed it over, and takeo nodded understandingly.

"here, why dont we get to know each other? y'know, considering we're gonna be working together from now on." dempsey shrugged, taking the water from nikolai to gulp some down. "hm... alright." takeo smiled, and dempsey smiled back.

richtofen did not expect them to get along ad well as they are now, so he agreed. "okay, okay, so here's how its gonna work. we'll start with nik, and work our way to richtofen asking each other questions. for example when it's my turn, i'll ask all of you a single question. got it?" dempsey said as he sat up properly interested in his peers. nikolai smiled, "sounds great, we may get some information out of the german." he joked. "good luck!" richtofen chuckled before quickly turning to grab a spare bottle of alcohol.

"oh hoh hoh! he's been holding out on us!" nikolai laughed, reaching over to snatch the bottle. richtofen shrugged. "i may of been." he smiled smugly as richtofen flicked the cap off and took a huge gulp, smiling at the familiar burn.

"okay, okay! so, richtofen.." he started as he lowered the bottle to pass to takeo, who didn't take a sip and passed it straight to dempsey. the german hummed, looking at the russian. "what made you decide to be a doctor?"

edward hummed. "being born into a higher class family has ups and downs, on the upside you don't have to worry about much that the lower class do, but on the other side you have to be forced into careers you don't necessarily want to do.. i'm alright with it now, i just felt pressured by my parents to follow their rules." he shrugged as he refused the alcohol and gestured for dempsey to pass the bottle back to nikolai.

nikolai hummed, "interesting." he noted, and takeo finally piped up. "so you didn't want to be a doctor?" he asked, his head cocked slightly to the side. "at first no, but i reminded myself that doctors can help people. it's not that bad honestly." he shrugged with a small smile and takeo nodded. "a honourable decision, deciding to help people instead of changing your course." he smiled.

"alright!" dempsey piped up, accepting the alcohol from takeo once again considering the japanese man didn't want to drink in that moment (edward didn't blame him, hangovers are the worst.) "nik, next question for whoever else."

the russian nodded. "well, considering you're speaking... dempsey, have a girl at home?" he smiled teasingly. "fuck off." the american laughed, "and no, i don't. i'm not all for cutesy relationships. sure i'll have sex but i've never been in love." dempsey shrugged before turning the tables. "how 'bout yourself? you got someone back home?" he quirked a brow, sipping the vodka. nikolai fell silent, watching the fire burn at the sticks they salvaged. "... not anymore, no. she was killed during the war alongside my brother."

the group fell silent, looking at the russian. "well i'm sorry for your loss..." dempsey shuffled awkwardly as nikolai took another gulp of the alcoholic beverage. "eh, it's fine. she's not suffering." he managed to smile, and takeo patted the russians shoulder softly.

richtofen coughed awkwardly, "on that note, we should probably sleep. we have a lot to do tomorrow." the doctor said as the other three nodded. "yeah, the german's right, we should get some shut eye. we can get to know each other more the next time we have downtime." dempsey nodded. edward hummed distastefully, "I do have a name, but i agree, perhaps another time we shall continue this session." he said as nikolai passed him the now empty bottle of what was vodka. "oh yeah? if you want me to use your name it'll cost." dempsey teased, giving richtofen a nudge.

rolling his eyes, richtofen ushered them to settle down as he extinguished the fire safely. "should one of us keep watch?" takeo asked, still sitting up as he watched the embers die out. "no no, i sleep very lightly, i'll ensure to wake you all up if something were to happen." richtofen smiled, and the warrior nodded, settling down so he was back to back with nikolai.

richtofen lay down on a spare jacket he found in one of the ruined bunkers, most of the snow had melted away from the warmth of the fire but it was still damp and cold underneath him. as he slowly dozed off, dempsey shifted slightly so he was next to the doctor. "hey..." he whispered softly. "hm? what's wrong dempsey?" the german asked quietly, rolling over to face him. "aren't you gonna be cold?" dempsey questioned, touching richtofen's cold arm to test his temperature. "we can't have you dying of... what was it? hyper-thermo-something?"

edward laughed, managing to stifle it behind his hand. "you mean hypothermia, dempsey." he corrected, smiling at his new teammate. "that's the one!" tank laughed quietly. "i'm always cold, mein fruend. don't worry, i'm not that bothered by it anymore." he explained. "hold on." tank said as he unzipped his coat. "oh, you don't have to give me your-"

"get in." the american said as he held open his rather large coat. "pardon?" edward blinked, stifling more laughter. "my jacket's big enough for the both of us, it'll keep us both warm!" dempsey smiled rather innocently. "we're stuck with each other now so what's it gonna hurt?"

edward smiled and rolled his eyes as he shifted closer to the american. tank zipped up his jacket around both of them and richtofen snorted. "this feels dumb." he giggled, resting his forehead against dempsey's shoulder as he bit his lip to prevent anymore giggles. "you're dumb! this is genius. we're both gonna be warm now!" tank smiled brightly, his arms subconsciously wrapping around the german's waist to hold his cold body against the armerican's own. "well, danke. i'm sure we both won't freeze to death now."

"no problemo! 'danke' does mean thanks, right?" tank asked, and richtofen nodded to confirm it. "ah, okay. you should teach us some german, i think that will be cool." dempsey shrugged. "maybe another time, dempsey, for now we need rest." the german smiled sleepily against his shoulder. "aww, but-" "no buts, tank. sleep." edward said as he poked the american's side. "fiiine. can i at least tell you a story?" tank asked, and richtofen laughed through his nose. "i suppose you could if it means you'll go to sleep."

"alright! okay, so..." dempsey started as richtofen slowly started to drift off with a smile as the american droned on about four people meeting during the war and kicking zombie ass. for once, edward felt warm. he certainly knew how to pick partners.

#primis dempsey #primis nikolai #primis richtofen #primis takeo #primis crew #tank dempsey #edward richtofen #nikolai belinski #takeo masaki #nikolai x takeo #if you squint #richtofen x dempsey #tank dempsey x edward richtofen #cod zombies #first fic #sorry its so long #hope you liked it #🥺👉👈

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kitssincorner · 5 years

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A Medically Advised Meal

Dr.Schneeplestein and Dr.Iplier are having lunch when Dr.Iplier gets a notification from Google, requesting his presence. He frowns-Google knew of his lunch plans. Why would he interrupt them?

Perhaps it's important.

He sighs, getting up and explaining the situation, and Dr.Schneeplestein offers to walk with, so they can continue their conversation. Dr.Iplier smiles and nods, glad he has such an amicable acquaintance, and he leads Schneep to the garden, where he was told to go through in order to reach Google.

The garden is large and vast, ceilings reaching twenty feet at least, large flora brushing against rhe greenhouse style walls and roof. It is eerily silent-not a single creature lives in the garden, and Dr.Iplier holds back a shiver behind a smile as he leads Dr.Schneeplestein through the veritable forest the Googles have cultivated.

"So, as I vas saying about ze operation...," Schneep goes into an intense retelling of a heart surgery gone awry, and Edward listens with rapt attention. They don't notice the vines slithering across the ground, the movement of the plants to circle them in.

"And zhen, just when we had closed up zhat heart valve, zhe other-AH!" Schneep falls into a large hole, just barely gripping onto the edge of it with his hand. Dr.Iplier is quick to assist, but his eyes widen as he sees what is below his friend's kicking feet

A pitcher plant, larger than any Dr.Iplier has ever seen, lies open and waiting for Schneep to fall. Edward gives his friend a hearty tug so that doesn't happen, pulling him into a hug.

"That was close," he mutters. The two get up, much more aware of their surroundings and footing. The eerie vibe that permeates the air becomes much more apparent. They are shoulder to shoulder now, and all comversation has ended.

Schneep turns to look at him, anf his eyes go wide.

"Mein Fruend, look out!" He shouts, and Dr.Iplier turns,eyes wide as he sees the vines slithering towards him.

He takes a step back to try and get away, knocking Schneep back into that pit he just escaped moments ago. The pitcher plant rises up to meet the poor doctor, and Edward can see the silhouette of Schneep in the plant, clawing at the sides and trying to reach the top. He doesn't have much time to watch, because he turns back to the vines curling up his body and wrapping themselves tight around his neck, squeezing him to the point that he can't breathe. He gasps for air, vision growing a little dim as he's pulled to the ground and dragged across the grass, out of view of his friend.

Schneep screams and thrashes about in the pitcher plant, trying to climb the walls even though he's aware that it's a fruitless endeavor. The lid to the plant has shut, and the stem of the plant start to pump in the digestive liquid. It fills the plant at a slow and steady pace, pooling around Schneep's ankles and then knees and then waist and up and up. It sticks to his skin and makes his skin tingle, but he uses it to help him reach the top more. His fingers press against the lid of the plant, and the pitcher plant opens.

A vine curls around his ankle.

With a hoarse scream, Schneep is pulled under the surface, limbs wrapped up by vines. He kicks and squirms, trying to break free, gasping for air and choking on the acids he's drowning in. His hands claw at the pitcher plant walls, and then they go to try and tear at the vine that holds him down.

That only makes more appear, wrapping around his limbs and holding him against the bottom of the pitcher. He screams, a flurry of bubbles reaching the surface.

His head never will-Schneep's movements slow, lungs screaming for air and getting none, acid burning Schneep's skin and dissolving his clothing.

His eyes are wide open, empty, and the pitcher plant lid stays empty, full.

Dr.Iplier writhes and tries to scream, pulled over the grass and dirt towards something he can't see. He is suddenly lifted up in the air, and from his position held upside down he sees a large Venus flytrap looking plant, the mouth opening wide to drop Edward into it.

He screams the moment he has breath, falling with a wet splat into the moist mouth of the plant. He crawls towards the edge of it, trying to make his way out, but the mouth shuts, blocking out light.

He punches the roof of the plant, kicking and squirming and shouting, but a gust of pollen swarms inside his prison, and he coughs as it enters his lungs. He tries to hold his breath, punching and kicking still, but he gasps for air a few moments later, physical exertion causing him to take in heaving breaths.

With each lungful, his body starts to numb. His fingers and then limbs lose feeling, and it gets harder and harder to move them. He fights as best he can, trying desperately to escape, but more pollen fills his lungs and numbs his body until he's twitching weakly in the mouth of the plant.

Seemingly satisfied, the plant tilts its bulb back, and Dr.Iplier slides back, feet falling into its stem. The stem is even more moist than the mouth, and it sucks him down, the approximation of a gulp pulling him up to his knees.

Dr.Iplier, using every ounce of energy he has left, claws at his prison, trying to pull himself out, but he gets dragged away from the littlest bit of light, his final scream lost in the folds of the stem as his head is pulled into it.

It drags him down beneath the ground, to a pit full of liquid that makes his skin tingle and burn, and he squirms and cries, feeling as though he's boiled alive, the pit insulated by soil in a way that keeps in heat.

He faintly hears the sound of feet walking above him, and he tries to scream, to call out for help, but he can't find the air.

"Did you enjoy your meal?" he hears someone say, and with a gasping breath he feels himself start to melt, liquid sloshing over and in him as he starts to lose consciousness.

The words ring in his mind as long as he can think. He knows that voice. He knows it-but why won't they help?

Did you enjoy your meal?

#plant vore #soft vore #digestion #kitssincorner

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'leave me alone! i want to be by myself for a while! ❜ (ed)

" Oh? " A flash of red flesh prodded out from between the man's pallid lips, running a loop about his wrinkled mouth -- as though he were preparing himself to respond. The Dollmaker barked out an abrupt laugh, the spittle clung to the curve of his teeth; as though the upset the other was displaying was little more than amusement to him. Both eyebrows perk upwards, expression exaggerated in its delight. " Now you want to be left alone, " the words tumbled out in a drawl, " well, I am sorry mein fruend. I did not realise that I was the one impeeding on you. "

He sneered, and took a few gradual steps towards the man; head cocked. Clearly his wishes were not anything that the elder considered worthwhile. In fact, he felt the opposite and watching Ed squirm and protest his discomfort was nothing but entertaining to him. " Why should I? "

#wellplighted #ι вεℓιεvε үσυ кησω ωнσ ι αм ( ic )#sεαяcнιηg ғσя ηεω ғℓεsн ( ask )

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dannyosu97 · 5 years

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AX2001 - Adaption Essay

Introduction

In this essay, I am explaining how I will adapt a well-known story. The story which I have chosen is ‘Postman Pat’. Postman Pat is an animated children’s TV show which was originally produced by Woodland Animations, the creator of Postman Pat is John Cunliffe, he wrote the first Postman Pat episodes in 1981 and carried on until it ended in total writing a total of 196.

Firstly, I will be describing the emphasis of the series, followed by adaptations that have been inspired by it, which will then lead to the discussion of my own adaptation and why I have chosen to adapt it the way I have.

Plot of Postman Pat

Postman pat follows the journey of Pat Clifton, A postman who travels with his “Black and White cat” Jess, he delivers parcels and letters to a small fictional village of Greendale. Despite wanting to deliver his letters he will usually get distracted in helping other people who are needing assistance and is usually the one who resolves a problem. Main characters in the series include Mrs Goggins who is the postmistress at the Greendale Post Office, Alf Thompson a farmer and Ted Glen a handyman who is Postman Pat’s close friend.

My Adaptation

In my adaptation, I would like to keep pat the same in respects to his Job, I still want him to be someone who delivers parcels and letters/messages to people. I think that the story of postman pat is well written and can be easily turned into something else for a more mature audience, just like other adaptations I have found through my research. As I have explained postman Pat delivers letters and messages as his job, Pat will keep this part of him in my adaptation, but the time period is completely different. I think it would be more exciting if he was written as an undercover spy for the British delivering false information to the Germans in the heat of WWII. Postman Pat is good at his job so, I thought that maybe he should keep this aspect as to maybe why he is good at it, as this would be a younger, stronger Pat which would also explain why he has experience in helping people and being able to handle a situation like he does in his TV episodes.

But there are certain aspects that I will be straying from I.e. Jess, in my depiction Jess will be a war ready killing machine a Siberian Tiger which Pat had helped since she was a cub. This has a similarity to the original as pat has looked after Jess in the Postman Pat series as well as my own adaptation.

As I explained briefly, I will be setting my adaptation between 1939 and 1945. It will follow the journey of an undercover British spy “General Patrick”, who travels from post to post giving fake information to the Germans and Axis forces, in my adaptation General Patrick, will come face to face with Hitler and deliver what Hitler thinks is important information but will actually turn out to be a bomb, it will then start a chase scene where General Patrick known to the Germans as “Briefträger Pat” it will eventually lead to General Patrick escaping and will conclude with him returning to Britain being dismissed by the British as the war has ended. I think that writing it this way could make it aimed towards an audience that is more appropriate for adults, it also changes the genre and plot compared to the original.

Other Adaptations

Il Postino Pat (Harry Enfield and Chums, 1997): Il Postino Pat was a parody created by Harry Enfield and was shown in an episode of “Harry Enfield and Chums” in 1997. It had many different changes in it for example all the music was Italian opera and the dialogue was in Italian providing subtitles in English. The movements done by the characters in the show are rigid and try to look just like the puppets from the animated series.

This adaptation done by Harry Enfield only consists of 3 main characters and a handful of miscellaneous characters who are simply known as “the fascists”. It has Harry Enfield as Postman Pat, Dawn Friend as Mrs Goggins and Paul Whitehouse who is a priest, it starts with an operatic tune like the postman pat theme tune, but in Italian.

Everything seems call Postman Pat does his rounds and visits Mrs Goggins, and explains how he loves her so much, they are then interrupted by an explosion outside the post office. Mrs Goggins and Pat both in unison say “The Fascists” once pat ventures to outside we can see that Greendale is in Revolt as pat’s van is on fire, pat notices this and hurries back inside only to fetch a soviet flag Shouting about freedom. The fascists spot him and shoot him in the head, pat falls to the floor and is seen by Mrs Goggins who holds him in her arms as it zooms out to show all of Greendale mostly on fire or destroyed.

This adaptation of postman pat is entirely different from the original but still has some things the same it incorporates, love, tragedy and a war scenario. However, it does keep true to pat being a postman and keeps the characters like Mrs Goggins, Jess the cat, and Pat the same, the only difference is that Greendale is either occupied by fascists or is in an entirely different location which explains why the whole story is Italian. And as well as that it is trying to emphasize that it is a normal day until something happens that has Pat stray away from his job just like the animated TV show.

Parking Pataweyo (Harry and Paul 2007): Parking Pataweyo was an adaptation of postman pat which was a sketch show within the TV series “Harry and Paul” it followed the story of a traffic warden called Parking Pataweyo, again this adaptation has a lot of similarities to the original show like for example the Theme music, Background music and Narration, also the Character naming is similar to that of Postman Pat. For Example, character names included in the series are Roofer Ronnie, Warden Wagatonge, and Parking Pleasant.

It incorporates comedy into the setting of the series and every episode, this works well with the theme of the adaptation, the music and narration help this with simple on liners like “everyone loves parking Pataweyo” at the end of most episodes after he has given someone a parking ticket and will show a character angry towards Parking Pataweyo, it will always make sure that the anger towards Parking Pataweyo is shown but then resolve it by showing Pataweyo simply not caring as it is his job and he has to do it.

The adaptation does keep the same Narration it does this well as the pacing of the sketch is slow there isn’t really much action, it just relies on comedy this narration does help the flow and with the addition of the music in the sketch it does help it and make the experience of watching it quite pleasant and humorous, despite being made for an adult audience it can actually still work for a younger audience this is due to the fact that it is not explicit and the narrated dialogue and music are similar to that of the Postman Pat show for example the theme tune and Background music.

Script

Here is a sample of my script that I have written for my adaptation.

SCENE 1 - Int. Führerbunker Berlin, Daytime

It is the heat of WWII The Nazi's are falling back and losing an incredible amount of land, there remaining men are trying to keep Berlin under Nazi Occupation, but the Germans may have one final chance! Briefträger Pat has returned from his reconnaissance mission, he arrives at a bunker in Berlin, were he must report to the Fuhrer himself.

The scene starts in the packed corridor of a badly lit and crowded bunker, the walls are shaking from the howitzer fire from outside. We see a Nazi, and a man following closely behind run towards a big metal door at the end of the hall.

Hitler - Komm herein!

Nazi #1 - Mein Fuhrer, Briefträger pat is back from his reconnaissance mission

Hitler - Send Him in!

Briefträger pat enters

Pat - Mein Fuhrer, I have news from Hermann Goring himself it is bad. I'm afraid he has told me that Berlin will fall in the next few days, I have seen it for myself as well, he has enclosed all the information in this envelope for your eyes only and has sent you this package.

Breiftrager Pat gives Hitler the letter.

Hitler - Package?

Pat - I am unsure, of its purpose Mein Fuhrer all I know is that it is at the upmost importance that you personally received it.

Pat leans over and hands Hitler the package.

Hitler - Briefträger pat! and everyone in this room leave immediately, I must be alone to observe.

Nazi #1 - But Mein Fuhr-

Hitler - I said Leave! Now! That is an order, Mein Stosstrupp will wait outside.

Everyone except Hitler leaves the room, his bodyguards wait outside the office pat leaves with a smirk on his face and starts walking towards the exit

Scene 2 - Int. Fuhrerbunker Office

Hitler opens the letter and starts to read it. as this is happening Breiftrager pat is at the end of the corridor nearly at the exit when a nazi solider bumps into him and knocks a passport out of his pocket.

Hitler - *Reads* Mein Fuhrer, I am afraid I have some disturbing news I have recently discovered, that there is a British spy hiding in our ranks. They refer to him as...

Back to the corridor

Nazi #2 - Apologies Mein Fruend, it seems you have dropped something... Wait a moment this is not a passport for a German this is a passpo-

*Interrupted*

Pat - It's my alias, I'm undercover for the Fuhrer I leave in 4 Hours! Now, get out of my way!

Nazi #2 - I will be asking the Fuhrer about this immediately with you in my attendance.

Pat - Why do that when I can just show you my Credentials

Pat Reaches into his pocket, he starts to pull out his silenced Luger, when it then quickly switches back to Hitler’s office

Hitler - *Still Reading* -But as I have said this spy is very important to us as me and you both know him as Breiftrager Pat, I found letters for him with orders straight from London he has been lying to us for months, that's why we have lost so many tro-

Hitler slams down the letter in anger, he then throws his attention to the package he hesitantly opens it. it is a plain box as he opens the box a spring noise occurs, and a ticking starts, Hitler realises it’s a bomb.

Hitler - *Gasps* Scheisse!

His Office explodes killing him and the guards outside, an alarm sounds, that can be heard from the whole bunker. it goes back to the corridor

Nazi #2 - The Alarm! For the sake of the Fuhrer I am detaining you

Pat - Pardon my German but Fuck you! Nazi Scum!

Nazi #2 - Wha-

Pat swiftly pulls the Luger from his pocket aiming it at the head of the Nazi, he pulls the trigger and kills him

Pat - Time to get out of here!

Scene 3 - EXT. Fuhrerbunker courtyard

Pat escapes to the courtyard but 3 small Nazi trucks are blocking his way, the Nazi's are waiting for him and he has nowhere left to run.

Nazi #3 - Halt!

Pat - Steady Boys let’s not get carried away now

Just as the Nazi's advance on pat a loud Roar is hear in the distance it's Jess pat's personal killing machine a Siberian tiger that he has looked after since a small cub. Jess Leaps over the 3 trucks and hurtles towards the Nazi's who open fire on her. Pat aims his gun at the Nazi closest to him, and kills him, Jess takes a chunk out of the first Nazi and then heads towards the last one, she mauls him. All that pat and Jess must do now is escape.

Pat - That's enough Jess! we must get out of here!!!

Jess - ROOOOOOARRR!

Pat gets onto the back of Jess and rides away on her back, they have both escaped the FUHRERBUNKER, days later the Nazi Regime had been ended and the war was over Pat and Jess were war heroes and now can lead simple lives for themselves, Jess was released back to the wild and Pat decided not to let his talents go to waste by becoming a postman shortly after the war for a small northern village in England.

Conclusion

In conclusion my adaptation is a good concept, I have strayed away from the setting and the base of characters, but some remain for example the two main characters Pat and Jess are still included in my adaptation. However, the are completely different personality wise, in my adaptation for example Jess is a Siberian Tiger a “Big Cat” whilst in the original Jess is a domesticated house cat, but they keep the origin of pat raising his beloved pet since it was a kitten, or in my adaptation a small cub.

I have written decided to get rid of the narration element in my adaptation I didn’t find it fitting to my adaptation as it just wouldn’t work, I feel like with narration added into the script the whole pacing and fluidity of the script would be interrupted, the main focus of my dialogue is action, I really wanted to emphasize on instant action and keep a good momentum in the script.

Overall, my adaptation strays away from the original but my adaptation is a different audience and a different concept, I have changed the time period, the location and also excluded some characters, as it was only a short adaptation I had to keep characters to a minimum as it would be hard to write in say 5 or 6 characters so I have kept around 3 main characters and 1 minor character.

Bibliography

Harry Enfield and Chums – Il Postino Pat: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vp9dKNoq6I)

Harry and Paul – Parking Pataweyo: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=No9GfIF01Rc)

Parking Pataweyo: http://harryenfield.wikia.com/wiki/Parking_Pataweyo

John Cunliffe – Creator of Postman Pat: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Cunliffe_(author)

#parking pataweyo #harry enfield #dawn french #paul whitehouse #john cunliffe #postman pat #adaption #adaptation #essay

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herr-kuddelmuddel-blog · 5 years

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Welcome!

Welcome to my blog! I am not sure why you would be here because it is a lot of me ranting, though perhaps you are here for the possibility of me posting pictures of nature? Or maybe for some reason you want to deal with me complaining. Not sure, pff, I obviously cannot read minds after all.

Either way, hallo mein Fruend! (Hopefully we can get along like friends.) Nice to see someone has found my blog, I hope my ranting doesn't make anyone uncomfortable, and feel free to hit up my dms! I have a lot of free time on my hands, and I am quite lonely, so don't worry about bothering me.

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Kurt had invited Nao over to join him. But the man showed up early right after he had gone for a run. Which was why he was going downstairs dripping wet and in a towel. “Ach sorry mein fruend.” he was opening the door and smiling widely at the other ushering him in and waving off his apology.

“It is fine, let me go clean up.” He was laughing figuring he needed to dry off and put clothes on. That was until the cat tugged on his towel and down it went leaving him very naked in front of the other. Blinking for a moment he flushed and put a hand over the others eyes.

“Not until after the third date mein fruend.” He turned him around quickly, grabbed his towel, then teleported off laughing softly as he was going to try to get his pants on.

#acatandhisboy #thebamfblueanswers

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vertigoambrosia · 7 years

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why is vimeo’s roku app such garbage

hey wxw ilu but please switch to something else

? cmj on commentary? interesting

i guess adam’s probably gonna be plot important...but it’s not like cmj isn’t?

dragan and chong’s bestie photos will always be hilarious

i like how dragan wants to be glam but he’s really just sleazy

*rico voice* oh i see how it is... walter dumps you and now you return my calls?

wait ok i really hope that ass strike is a regular move of dragan’s cause it was legit good

HAHAHAHA the emil sign

who picks the (stock) music for the themes? cause like, the music during the rise part of this promo is really good, there are some events with real good themes (last year’s dead end and 16 carat immediately come to mind), and the pre-wxwnow themes were good

but then you have this one with dance electro and chill sax

and why the beach aesthetic

anyway here’s lucky kid

bb ur hair is so wet

...i understood ‘mein fruende’

so basically i’m just looking at lucky kid being our boy and pete bouncer being attractive

speaking of ‘my boys’, here’s a4

get out bad bones

ivan you shouldn’t be here either but i like you more

where is the ref

where did smol ref go

yo jurn, david, this is the part where you run in to even out the score?

oh is tarkan aslan injured? where did he go?

DAMN andy just slugging people

oh finally tas came out to like, do something

it’s funny that commentary only starts up again when the bell rings

you know rico was BURSTING to express his outrage

‘look at the bouncer now; the young stud, the young stallion!’ rico crushing on pete bouncer too now?

[i can’t really make fun though]

hahaha lucky kid escapes by wriggling

wait this is for the titles?

RICO

hahaha lucky kid dragging dead pete out of the ring

another theme i like: tag team league’s

so bremen and hamburg are rivals, right?

here comes a special boy

aaaa look at him emoting and stuff

guys i’m not gonna lie, going to evolve is not gonna be the same without the insane heat he gets

*ground and pound* ‘i think this is the way tim likes it’ i bet you would know rico

or you wish you did

i assume people chanting for bobby are bros

the lunkhead type bro, not chill matt riddle type bro

‘mistakes were made’ u n d e r s t a t e m e n t

what

ahhh they should have held that shot with thatcher in the foreground while bobby celebrated for longer it was really good

and now, two crazy boys kill each ohter

ahhh so ilja missed another show? bb....this is not good

don’t tarnish my fun wrestling with the cursed name of cornette

uh oh ilja where you go

collapsing into the chair always looks a lil silly

but damn chucking a dude into it sure looks vicious

WHY U DO THAT TO HEAD

ha it puts things into perspective when you’re reminded that rise wouldn’t stand a chance against either of these guys

how tf is this match gonna end? like, it’s not as brutal as bones/ilja, or quite as good as the intergender street fight, but these two eat everything

oh shit! when’s the last time he pulled the cow rope out?

still a weird weapon

i won’t even try a blue oyster cult joke i’m sure everyone made them already in 2015

is ilja gonna tie the cowbell to his head and torpedo moscow?

uh oh what he get

hahahaha the table is a lil....

WHAT THE FUCK

so the table leg breaks from ilja just unfolding it

but the actual table takes two hits to break

aww the chairs are breaking too

ilja please kill bones

(or defeat jurn if he gets the title back)

here comes a creepy boy

here comes a cute boy [endearingly obnoxious type]

here comes a perfect boy

like many triple threats, this would have been better if it were just starr/kiev, cause starr being pissed and ivan is good shit

like, i like flip but there’s no reason for him to get a title shot

but the shotgun title is apparently usually multiman now so

well apparently flip died so it’s 1 on 1 again

oh no there he is again

ivan kiev is so...limbs

i like flip but like, he’s the kinda dude that you kinda like seeing getting kicked in the face

...uhhh i’ll have to look this up, but i’m pretty sure springsteen is from jersey, rico

? what ?

this is dumbbbbbbbb

david u know better

see flip was thinking smart

i figured kiev would win, but that was a dumb way to do it

*guy appears, stares* is the fucking worst distraction spot

esp in a 3 way

and especially since kiev beat walter clean and so

awwwww pete hugging him is legit cute

i g2g so i’ll watch the main event and shotgun when i get back home

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dannyosu97 · 5 years

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AX2001 - Adaptation Script

Here is the Script for my Adaptation Essay

SCENE 1 - Int. Führerbunker Berlin, Daytime

Hitler - Komm herein!

Nazi #1 - Mein Fuhrer, Briefträger pat is back from his reconnaissance mission

Hitler - Send Him in!

Briefträger pat enters

Pat - Mein Fuhrer, I have news from Hermann Goring himself, it is bad. I'm afraid he has told me that Berlin will fall in the next few days, I have seen it for myself as well, he has enclosed all the information in this envelope for your eyes only and has sent you this package.

Breiftrager Pat gives Hitler the letter.

Hitler - Package?

Pat - I am unsure, of its purpose Mein Fuhrer all I know is that it is at the upmost importance that you personally received it.

Pat leans over and hands Hitler the package.

Hitler - Briefträger pat! and everyone in this room leave immediately, I must be alone to observe.

Nazi #1 - But Mein Fuhr-

Hitler - I said Leave! Now! That is an order, Mein Stosstrupp will wait outside.

Everyone except Hitler leaves the room, his bodyguards wait outside the office pat leaves with a smirk on his face and starts walking towards the exit

Scene 2 - Int. Fuhrerbunker Office

Hitler opens the letter and starts to read it. as this is happening Breiftrager pat is at the end of the corridor nearly at the exit when a Nazi solider bumps into him and knocks a passport out of his pocket.

Hitler - *Reads* Mein Fuhrer, I am afraid I have some disturbing news I have recently discovered, that there is a British spy hiding in our ranks. They refer to him as...

Back to the corridor

Nazi #2 - Apologies Mein Fruend, it seems you have dropped something... Wait a moment this is not a passport for a German this is a passpo-

*Interrupted*

Pat - It's my alias, I'm undercover for the Fuhrer I leave in 4 Hours! Now, get out of my way!

Nazi #2 - I will be asking the Fuhrer about this immediately with you in my attendance.

Pat - Why do that when I can just show you my Credentials

Pat Reaches into his pocket, he starts to pull out his silenced Luger, when it then quickly switches back to Hitler’s office

Hitler - *Gasps* Scheisse!

His Office explodes killing him and the guards outside, an alarm sounds, that can be heard from the whole bunker. it goes back to the corridor

Nazi #2 - The Alarm! For the sake of the Fuhrer I am detaining you

Pat - Pardon my German but Fuck you! Nazi Scum!

Nazi #2 - Wha-

Pat swiftly pulls the Luger from his pocket aiming it at the head of the Nazi, he pulls the trigger and kills him

Pat - Time to get out of here!

Scene 3 - EXT. Fuhrerbunker courtyard

Pat escapes to the courtyard but 3 small Nazi trucks are blocking his way, the Nazi's are waiting for him and he has nowhere left to run.

Nazi #3 - Halt!

Pat - Steady Boys let’s not get carried away now

Pat - That's enough Jess! we must get out of here!!!

Jess - ROOOOOOARRR!

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