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Get home from a lovely day at my healing place (the beach) to find out tumblr has added a content label to my pinned post, deeming it mature content. Wtf.

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Who should I write for next? This idea is have is kinda yandere-ish. It involves obsession & stalking. I have it mostly written, but once again, I can't decide who. The people in the poll are the ones I couldn't choose between, so I'm letting you choose... again.

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"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.

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MINGYU for Calvin Klein

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A Little Too Comfortable - Wonwoo

- Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x bff!reader

- Requested by: no-one. It's just an idea I had that wouldn't leave my mind and Wonwoo once the poll.

- Synopsis: Maybe dating her best friend wouldn't be such a bad idea?

- Warnings: mentions of nudity, showering, him and reader may be a little too comfortable with each other, kissing, friends to lovers trope, mentions green is readers favourite colour after black.

- Word Count: 1,289

- Requests: CLOSED until May or June

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Entering her best friend's home, she makes her way into the bathroom where he’s showering, lowers the toilet seat lid and takes a seat. She’d texted him before he got into the shower saying she was on her way over. This wasn’t anything new for them especially since they’ve been doing it since they were babies and only stopped when either of them was or are in a relationship. It’s not like they could see anything as the steam from the hot water enveloped the room.   

Hearing someone enter the bathroom, he pokes his head out of the shower door and squints his eyes, to make sure it’s her and not one of the guys stopping by unannounced. Even though his vision is blurred from not wearing his glasses he can still make out that it's her. “Sometimes I wonder if we’re a little too comfortable with each other,” he says returning to his shower. “I’m guessing your date didn’t go well?”   

“I spent an hour listening to him go on a scientific rant about how black is not a colour, after I said it was my favourite colour, like I’m some dumb preschooler,” she scoffs. “And then I spent another hour listening to him go on about other useless scientific facts that are common knowledge. He’s not even a freaking scientist! If I want to be educated, I’d date someone that I already know that's super smart”   

“That’s a hard no,” he says, the thought of her dating someone they already know doesn’t sit well with him. It’s because he thinks that they would be a terrible match and awful for each other but more because he’s selfish when it comes to her. A part of him doesn’t want to share her with them as more than friends.   

“Seriously, though,” she continues, leaning back against the wall with a playful sigh. “I don’t need to be lectured on colour theory while I’m trying to enjoy a nice meal. What’s next? A deep dive into plant genetics?"  

"Sounds like you had a wonderful time," he says, a sarcastic tone to his voice as her lathers his shampoo into his hair.  

She laughs softly at that. “Would have been nicer if we stuck to discussing our favourite things.”  

"Should have said green is your favourite colour," he chuckles, rinsing out his hair. He knows the actual colour is a close second to black, specifically forest green and emerald.  

"Maybe we should just date and see where it leads," she sighs. "We already know each other well enough, and I've seen you naked multiple times so that takes the awkwardness out of it."  

He pauses mid-rinse, his heart skipping a beat at her suggestion. “Wait, are you serious?” he asks, peeking out from behind the shower curtain with wide eyes, droplets of water cascading down his face.  

“Why not?” she shrugs playfully, crossing her arms over her knees as she leans forward. "I already like you and you're not a bad kisser."  

"We've only kissed once and that was when we were 15," he says, recalling the time of their one and only kiss. They were each other's first kiss, wanting to try it out before they started dating. It was awkward and sloppy, but they would be lying if they said they didn't feel something back then.  

"Twice," she reminds him of their drunken kiss on the New Years that they got to spend together in what felt like a long time. She was studying at university, and he was off becoming a big star in the kpop industry.  

He raises an eyebrow, the playful banter between them igniting a familiar warmth in his chest. “Okay, fine, two kisses.”  

"Maybe three," she sighs, bowing her head in faux embarrassment as she holds up three fingers.  

"Three?!" he asks, shocked and trying to dig through his memories of a third possible kiss.  

"No, I'm joking," she says, lifting her head with a cheek smile.  

"Aish," he cusses at her, flicking water in her direction before leaning back into the shower, away from the chill in the air. The steam swirls around him as he finishes washing his hair.   

“You’re lucky I love you,” he says, his voice light as he turns off the water, wraps a towel around his waist and steps out of the shower. The cool air brushes against his skin, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth that spreads in his chest at the thought of what she just suggested. There was a time or two or maybe six when he contemplated what it would be like if they were anything more than friends. Finding his glasses, he puts them on and turns to face her. 

"How much do you love me?" she smirks, her eyes sparkling with mischief.  

"Enough to take our relationship to the next step," he admits, causing her smirk to falter and the mischievous look in her eyes to turn to one of hope. "To be honest, I've been thinking about it a lot. Maybe it's why all our past relationship and all those dates that didn't make it past the first one, never worked out. It could be that what we are looking for is already in front of us."  

She bites her lip, a mix of excitement and uncertainty swirling in her stomach. “So, what are you saying? We should give it a shot?”  

He steps closer, towel still wrapped around his waist and pulls her up from where she sits. They're almost chest to chest as he rests his hands on her hips, causing her to become flustered. “It all makes sense,” he says, his words coming out as a whisper.  

She looks up at him, her heart racing as she processes his words. “You really mean that?” she asks softly, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt. "You're not messing with me?"  

He smiles down at her, a warm grin that reaches his eyes. “I really mean it. I'm not messing with you."   

One of his hands moves to her cheek. She can feel the warmth radiating from his touch, and it sends a rush of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. He leans in closer, their faces only millimetres apart. She can hardly believe what’s happening, her heart pounding in her chest as his lips hover just above hers. It feels like the world around them fades away as lips lightly brush against hers.   

Before he can pull away, she presses her lips against his more firmly, drawing him back into the kiss. His hand on her cheek, slides back down to her waist, pulling her even closer. She ignores the damp feeling of her shirt, as the kiss deepens. This kiss feels much different than the sloppy awkward one they shared at 15 and the drunken one they shared a few years ago. This kiss is filled with unspoken feelings that had been building up over their years of friendship.  

As they pull away, both are left breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Smiling he presses a soft kiss to the tip of her nose. "Let me get dressed and I'll take you on a proper date."  

"Promise you won't talk about colour theory and plant genetics the entire time?" she asks, the mischievous glint in her eyes returning mixed with the pure unconditional love she has for him.  

He pretends to think about it. "I'm not a scientist so we should be okay," he says with a smile.  

"Good, because if you start going off about how black is technically the absence of colour, I might just walk out," she teases, her heart still racing from the kiss as she follows him out of the bathroom.  

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MINGYU for L'Occitane

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For the first time in months, I actually have ideas for fics I want to write. Working on plotting out a Kim Taehyung Sweet Home inspired fic. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. Trigger warning: monsters, suicide, violence, murder and suggestive scenes.

I have a couple imagines lined up that will be posted in between requests.

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Dinner Mishap - Yoongi

- Pairing: Min Yoongi x gf!reader

- Requested by: requested by anon

- Synopsis: Y/N tries to cook dinner for Yoongi.

- Warnings: Reader accidentally cuts her finger

- Word Count: 752

- Requests: CLOSED until May or June

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“What are you doing?” Y/N hears her boyfriend ask from the doorway leading into their kitchen. She looks up from the recipe she is trying to follow to find Yoongi leaning against the doorframe with an eyebrow raised and curiosity filling his pretty brown eyes.  

Y/N offers him a smile, her hands momentarily pausing their activity. “I am attempting to cook you a nice dinner for once,” she replies, her tone light yet tinged with a hint of uncertainty. The piece of paper with the recipe she had printed off lies off to the side. 

Yoongi steps further into the kitchen, his expression shifting from mere curiosity to genuine interest as he approaches the counter where various ingredients are meticulously arranged. “Is it difficult?” he inquires, peering over her shoulder at the recipe. 

She chuckles softly. “It seems more complicated than I anticipated,” she admits, glancing back at the instructions that seem increasingly daunting. Because she didn't grow up with anyone to teach her how to cook, she's had to figure it out on her own. 9 times out of 10 it goes horribly wrong, and she ends up burning something, using too much salt or any other disaster that could happen while cooking. “But I am determined to make it perfect for you," she adds, a look of determination on her face, but the uncertain look in her eyes betray her. 

“Why don’t we make this a collaborative effort?” Yoongi suggested with a charming smile, not wanting to offend her by outright taking over. "You can do a majority of it, and I'll just help when you need it." 

A spark of relief illuminates Y/N features, happy to have the help and not risk burning the kitchen down, even though she won't openly admit it. With a nod of agreement, Yoongi moves closer to the counter and picks up the paper that has the recipe on it.  

As Yoongi carefully studies the recipe, his brow furrowed in concentration. He looks between the paper and the ingredients she's been prepping already finding a mistake. He gently takes the knife from her hand and demonstrates how the garlic should be cut before handing her back the knife to let her do it. "Please don't cut yourself," he gently warns her. 

Y/N nods appreciatively, her heart warming at his gentle demeanour. “Thank you. I’ll be careful,” she promises, taking the knife with renewed confidence. She mimics his technique, carefully slicing the garlic while he observes her closely, ready to step in if he needs to. 

As she works, a comfortable silence envelops them. Y/N finds herself stealing glances at Yoongi; his focus is unwavering as he reads through the recipe again, a small smile playing on his lips. She then lets out a small yelp as the knife slices through her skin, cutting her finger.  

Y/N gasped softly, the sharp sting of the cut momentarily distracting her from the task at hand. She glanced down at her finger, where a small bead of blood is forming.  

“Are you okay?” Yoongi's voice comes from beside her, his concern palpable as he instinctively moves closer to her. He reaches for her hand with gentle urgency. 

“I’m fine,” she replies. “It’s just a little cut.” She attempts to retract her hand, but Yoongi holds on to it firmly, examining the wound. Y/N watches him as he grabs a paper towel and wrapped it around her finger.  

“You need to be more careful,” he scolds her gently. 

She feels a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude, "I'm sorry. I got distracted by my handsome boyfriend." 

Yoongi's lips curved into a soft smile at her playful remark, a light blush covering his cheeks, yet his brow remained slightly furrowed with concern. “Well, I suppose I should consider myself flattered,” he replied, his tone lightening as he carefully secured the paper towel around her finger. “But I would prefer if you remained uninjured." 

“I will try to be more cautious,” she assures him, picking up the knife again only for him to take it from her.  

"I'll finish this, you go sit down," he softly orders her.  

Y/N hesitates, not wanting to give up on her wanting to cook him a home-cooked meal instead of him always cooking for her. Ultimately, she decides against it and moves to sit down on one of the kitchen stools and watches him finish preparing dinner. It's in that moment she also decides that maybe investing in some cooking lessons might be a good idea. 

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[241130] Melon Music Awards :: Ice On My Teeth :: Seonghwa

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Love Remains - Hongjoong

Pairing: Demon!Kim Hongjoong x Mum!reader

Requested by: No one. Part 2 of Demon with a Heart

Warnings: alludes to murder, being a demon, cheesy love is the answer trope

Wordcount: 2,150

Requests: CLOSED until May or June

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For the fifth time this month, Hongjoong finds himself standing just outside the park only a block away from the home of Y/N and Yu-jun. He stays concealed, hidden in the shadows as his gaze is fixed on the heartwarming scene unfolding just a few meters away. He observes Yu-jun, who seems to have found his courage, bravely climbs to the top of the slide on his own. A week ago it was impossible for Yu-jun to go up there alone, afraid of being high up on his own. His eyes then drift to Y/N as she stands at the bottom of the slide, tears of joy in her eyes, pride evident on her face as she shouts words of encouragement and enthusiastically cheers on her son.  

"You've got this, Junnie!" she cheers, her words drifting across the park. Hongjoong's focus shifts back to his son, watching as he sits down and takes a moment before pushing himself down the slide. The demon feels a wave of warmth and pride overcome him seeing Yu-jun conquer his fear of the slide.  

“Woohoo!” Y/N exclaims, throwing her arms in the air, cheering for him and Hongjoong can’t help but smile at the sheer delight radiating from her. Yu-jun jumps beams with pride before hurrying back up the steps to go down the ladder again.  

Suddenly, Y/N turns her head slightly, as if sensing someone watching. For a brief moment, their eyes meet across the park, and Hongjoong feels his breath catch in his throat. There’s a flicker of recognition in her gaze, but it quickly fades as she returns her attention to Yu-jun. For the first time since his death, there's a pain in his chest.  

A grunt leaves his lips as he falls to his knee, placing a hand over where his beating heart once use to be and tightly clutches his shirt. A rush of memories fill his head. Memories of him and Y/N from when they were kids to their untimely deaths, the laughter they shared as well as the tears. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out the pain that stings his heart but the pain only gets worse as he falls into a dark abyss.  

When he opens his eyes, he's in pitch black room. The feeling in the room is heavy as the darkness wraps around him like a blanket. Visions of what could have been flash before his eyes—moments filled with laughter and love, fleeting moments shared with Y/N and Yu-jun.  

"Where am I?" he calls out, his voice echoing in the darkness. In all the years of being a demon, this place seemed unfamiliar. The silence that followed his question felt oppressive, as if the darkness itself was holding its breath. "Am I here because of them?" he continues to question the abyss, hoping for some kind of answer. The darkness remained silent, wrapping around him like a heavy fog. Hongjoong felt the weight of his own thoughts pressing down, each vision flashing before him like a flickering light. He could see Y/N's smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, and Yu-jun’s innocence. 

“Someone answer me!” he called out again, desperation creeping into his voice.

In the midst of the void, a faint glow began to emerge in front of him. It was a soft light that pulsed gently like a heartbeat. The light began to expand and illuminate parts of his surroundings. The visions began swirling around him like leaves caught in a gentle breeze until it stopped on one.  

Y/N unfolds a picnic blanket and lays it on the ground before sitting on it and started scrolling on her phone. She looks up occasionally as if expecting someone to arrive. It takes Hongjoong a moment to realize Yu-jun isn't wits her and begins to question why he isn't there. Hongjoong's heart ached as he watched Y/N sit there alone. The sight of her by herself felt wrong, as if a piece of the puzzle was missing. He looks around, hoping for any indication of Yu-jun's presence. Where could his son be? Just as he thought that, Yu-jun's voice was heard.  

"Eomma!" Hongjoong hears the five-year old shout and turns in the direction his voice came from. Yu-jun is walking through the park, holding onto someone's hand.  

"What's happening," Hongjoong gasps, seeing himself with his son. He watches in awe, his heart swelling with longing. He sees himself—alive and well—walking alongside Yu-jun, who is practically bouncing with excitement. The little boy's laughter fills the air, a sound so pure it brings warmth to the cold darkness surrounding him. Y/N’s looks up from her phone, her face instantly lighting up as she stands up to greet them, hugging them both and placing a kiss on the top of Yu-jun's head before pecking vision Hongjoong's lips with a smile on hers and nothing but love for them in her eyes.  

"This is how it should be," Hongjoong mumbles to himself as he watches what should have been settle on the blanket and unpack the food that was brought.  

"Is this what you really want?" A feminine voice spoke from behind him. He turns around to find an older woman, dressed in white robes.

Hongjoong blinked, momentarily taken aback by the sudden appearance of the woman. Her presence felt both calming and unsettling, as if she belonged to this realm yet was entirely foreign to him. The ethereal glow surrounding her made it hard to focus on her features, but there was a warmth in her eyes that seemed to understand his pain. 

“Who are you?” he asked cautiously, still mesmerized by the scene playing out before him. 

The woman stepped closer, her movements graceful as if she were gliding through the darkness. “I am a guide for souls like yours,” she replied softly.  

"I don't have a soul," Hongjoong tells her. "I gave mine away a long time ago." 

"I know," she says with a knowing smile. "You say you gave it up to make sure her murderer rotted in hell for eternity but if you were to tell the truth you would say you did it to protect her. You wanted to make sure history would never repeat itself. But, because of that, you yourself have never been able to reincarnate and the moments you did share as demon and human are nothing but a forgotten memory." 

Hongjoong’s heart aches at her words, each syllable piercing through the fog of his despair. “But I couldn’t let him hurt her again,” he protested weakly, his voice barely above a whisper as he's reminded of the incident that lead to his cruel fate. “I thought I was protecting her." 

The woman nodded, her expression softening. “And you did protect her in a way, but at what cost? Your deal with the devil has kept you bound to this darkness.” 

He turned back to the scene before him, watching Y/N smile as Yu-jun showed her and vision Hongjoong a new trick that he had learned. The joy on their faces made his chest tighten. “I should be there with them,” he murmured. 

“What's stopping you?” the woman asked gently, stepping closer until the light around her enveloped him too. He felt warmth seep into his bones—a stark contrast to the cold void that had surrounded him moments ago. 

“I’m not worthy anymore," he says, reminding himself of all the hurt and chaos he's caused since becoming a demon.  

“You still possess love," she tells him, her voice soft but firm. "Your love for her is why you never truly gave into your demon side." 

Hongjoong felt a flicker of hope ignite within him at her words. “Love?” he echoed, his voice trembling slightly. “Is that really enough to change everything?” 

“Love is the most powerful force in the universe," she reminds him. "It has the ability to transcend even the darkest of fates. You may have chosen a path filled with pain, loneliness and regret, but your heart still beats for her... for them. Your love remains untainted.” 

He turned back to watch Y/N and Yu-jun, their laughter ringing through the air like music. The sight of them together  continues to make his heart ache with longing, yet he couldn’t shake off the feeling of guilt that wrapped around him like chains. 

Hongjoong sigh's, almost defeated. “How can I possibly be a part of their lives?” 

“All it takes is forgiveness— of those who have wronged you and most importantly, of yourself," she answers him. 

Hongjoong furrowed his brow as he considered her words. Could he forgive the monster who took her from him all those decades ago? Could he forgive himself for making a deal that cost him from reincarnating with her? His mind raced. Forgiveness felt like a mountain too steep to climb, yet in that moment, standing amidst the swirling darkness and watching what could be, he sensed a flicker of possibility. Could he really take that step? 

“Forgive myself?” he repeated, almost incredulously. “After everything I’ve done?” 

The woman nodded gently, her eyes shimmering with understanding. “You must remember that you were driven by love. That intention holds power.” 

Hongjoong turned back toward the scene playing out before him, where Y/N was now in vision Hongjoongs arms, while Yu-jun rests his head on her lap as she runs her fingers through his hair.  

“What if they don’t recognize me? What if my past comes back to haunt them?” He clenched his fists in frustration, fear clawing at his heart. 

“Then you show them how much you've changed,” she encouraged softly. “You have the chance to create new memories—ones filled with joy and love instead of pain and regret.” 

Hongjoong felt something shift inside himself. He closes his eyes, his thoughts going to he person who killed Y/N and the horrific moment he discovered her bruised and bloody body. A tear slips down his cheek, finding it in himself to forgive the monster as well as himself for not being there to save her. After a moment it changes to Yu-jun's and his brave little face lighting up each time he went down the slide, conquering his fear and then to Y/N and how she would smile so brightly it seemed like sunshine itself radiated from her. He brings himself to forgive himself for everything that's happened up until now. He feels himself become light, as if a weight has been removed from his shoulders. 

As the warmth spread through him, the darkness around him begins to dissolve. With each moment that passed, he could feel the remnants of his past slipping away, replaced by a flicker of hope and determination. Taking a deep breath his eyes flutter open and he finds himself standing at the edge of the park, just where he had been before—watching Y/N and Yu-jun. But this time, everything felt different. The colors around him seemed more vibrant, the laughter of his son echoed like music in his ears, and Y/N’s smile shone with an inviting warmth that beckoned him closer. 

“Eomma! Look!” Yu-jun exclaimed, his voice filled with pure joy as he stops what he's doing and points towards Hongjoong. "Appa's here!" 

Hongjoong’s heart raced as he took a step forward. The sight of Yu-jun pointing at him filled him with an overwhelming mix of excitement and nervousness.  

“Appa!” Yu-jun shouted again, his voice ringing out like a sweet melody that tugged at Hongjoong’s soul. The little boy's eyes sparkled with pure delight as he ran towards his father. Hongjoong kneels down to Yu-jun's level, engulfing him in his arms after the kid throws himself at him. 

Y/N turned her gaze toward him, her expression shifting from surprise to joy as recognition dawned on her face. Hongjoong lifts Yu-jun, keeping him in his arms and carries him to where Y/N is standing, waiting for them. As soon as he reaches her, he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her close to him, pressing a kiss to her lips. "I've missed you," he says barely above a whisper. "I love you," he adds, his voice a little louder. 

"I love you too," Y/N smiles pressing another kiss to his lips. 

"I love you too," Yu-jun repeats and places a sloppy kiss to his dads cheek, earning a laugh from both his parents to laugh. “Can we go on the slide again?” Yu-jun then asked excitedly, his little face beaming with anticipation. "I wanna show Appa that I can do it by myself!" He wiggles himself out of Hongjoong's arms, running towards the ladder that leads to the slide. 

As Yu-jun readies himself to go down the slide, Hongjoong glances at Y/N. Her eyes sparkle with a mixture of love and pride as she watches their son, and in that moment, he knows he's where he's supposed to be. 

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Do any of my regular anons want to be assigned an emoji? That way I know who I am talking to when you message me. Not that many people talk to me on here.

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So tumblr threw a tantrum and now I'm not sure which requests went through, so I'm just going to send them again xx. Can I please start with S-05 for Woosung 🌹

I got your requests for Woosung, Hajoon and Dojoon 😊

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YAY! In that case, with The Rose having a comeback soon, could I make a request for each of the members pretty please? I'll send them all one at a time with a 🌹emoji so you know it's from me XX

Yay! I would love that.

Thanks🌹, you've made my night. (it's almost 10pm where I am).

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Hello! I can see that your requests are still open (yay!). I wanted to ask if it's OK to send in more than one request at a time? XX

Of course it's okay! I just ask you send it through one request per ask. It makes it easier for me that way, especially on anon. That way I can link the request when it's done. It gives me peace of mind that the anon will be notified that it's done.

If that all makes sense.

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2-3 more days. Been thinking about closing it earlier because no one else is requesting.

Just a heads up. I will be closing requests in April. I want to use that month to catch up with the requests on my Request List, the fics my Fic Project List and hopefully update the list of prompts that I have.

You have until the 31st March (doesn't matter where in the world you are - I know a lot of you are a day behind me) to get your request in. Otherwise you'll have to wait until May/June (I haven't decided yet) to request.

I am taking request for:

KPOP Request Guidelines - please make sure to read, I have prompt list you can use.

ATEEZ - all members

BTS - all members

SEVENTEEN - all members

THE ROSE - all members

TXT - all members (yes I've added txt back to the writing for list).

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Please not that if I do not reply to your request (I mostly don't until it's done so I can link it), you can check the request list linked above but please give me a day or two to add it to the list.

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