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In Shadows of his Heart
Watching Megumi Fushiguro fall in love with someone else - (Ao3)
Summery - I watched him from the shadows, from across hallways and rooftops, through laughter and heartache. Over the years, Megumi Fushiguro became the center of a world heβd never know he created within me. My words stayed locked away, my feelings buried, while he found comfort in anotherβs arms. And still, I remainβclose enough to share his silence, yet forever worlds apart from the piece of him I can never reach. This story explores the bittersweet experience of loving from a distance, a journey marked by joy, pain, and the quiet acceptance of what can never be.
A/N: Hey lovely readers! So, this little story came to me when I saw this playlist tagged above, fueled by way too many late-night JJK marathons
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The first time I saw Megumi Fushiguro at Jujutsu High, he was just a boy with distant eyes and a heaviness I couldnβt name. But something in him pulled at me, a force I couldnβt shake. So, I slipped into the background like always, hiding my gaze as he passed. But I couldnβt escape the way he filled every corner of my daysβtraining grounds, hallways, in fleeting shadows. Each time he walked by, my heart lurched, words Iβd never say burning in my throat.
I kept my distance, as he grew more powerful, surrounded by friends and purpose. Yuji, Nobaraβthey became his family, his laughter and life. And I watched, each shared smile and laugh a hollow ache, reminding me that I would always be on the outside. Sometimes, heβd look my way. Iβd turn too quickly, terrified heβd catch a glimpse of something I could barely admit to myself.
He tried to bridge the distanceβsmall moments, a casual comment, a glance that almost felt like it lingered. But I always gave some empty response and retreated, the words I wanted to say trapped under my cowardice. Heβd never know what it did to me to be near him, how each shared breath shattered my composure in ways he could never understand.
Then she came alongβAoi. Strong, confident, the kind of person who could stand next to him with nothing held back. I watched them, the way he looked at her with a softness I knew Iβd never earn. She could touch his arm, hold his gaze, unburdened by hesitation. And I knewβI was nothing like her, would never be. My place was in the silence, out of his world. She was everything he deserved, and I was just an unwanted shadow.
The years passed, and I stayed hidden. Now we were 27, bearing scars and ghosts we couldnβt shake, hardened by loss and regret. Megumi and Aoi had become inseparable, two halves of a whole, bound by the love Iβd never have. I saw itβthe way his gaze softened when he looked at her, the silent promises Iβd never hear. I was left with the fragments of what could never be, buried under years of unspoken longing and painful devotion.
Sometimes, heβd still find me. Heβd ask if I was okay, offer a rare kindness that twisted the knife deeper. Iβd nod, smile, and step back, choking down words that would only poison me more if I let them out. Heβd never know what he was doing to me, how much it hurt to be a witness to a happiness I could never touch.
One night, after a brutal mission, he found me alone on the rooftop, the city lights below a cold reminder of everything slipping away. He sat beside me, close enough that I could almost pretend we were still kids. His gaze searched my face, a silent question hanging in the air.
βYouβre always running away,β he murmured, quiet but piercing. βAre you sure youβre okay?β
I forced myself to look at him, to hold that gaze even as my chest twisted in pain. βIβm fine, Megumi. Justβ¦ tired.β
He nodded, unconvinced, his expression something like regret. βIf you ever need to talkβ¦ Iβm here.β The words were gentle, a kindness I could never reach. I managed a broken smile. βThank you, Megumi.β
He smiled back, his hand reaching out to pull me to my feet. That simple gestureβthe touch I craved and fearedβfelt like the cruelest gift. As we walked back together, side by side, I stole one last glance, hoping he wouldnβt notice. Megumi Fushiguro, the boy whoβd become my world. Heβd never know what heβd done to me, how Iβd carry this hollow ache for the rest of my life.
Iβd stay beside him, invisible, bound to a place that could never be mine. I was a silent ghost in his life, a shadow on the edges, haunting him with a love heβd never see.
Author's Note: Hey lovely readers! So, this little story came to me when I saw this playlist tagged above, fueled by way too many late-night JJK marathons and an unhealthy amount of caffeine. π Remember, unspoken love is like a cursed spiritβitβs always lurking, just waiting to mess with your feelings. Feel free to drop a comment if you laughed, cried, or if you just want to yell about how much you love Megumi (because, same).
#Jujutsu Kaisen#JJK Fanfiction#JJK Fic#Megumi Fushiguro#Unrequited Love#Silent Admiration#Emotional Rollercoaster#Fanfic Feels#JJK Universe#Cursed Spirits#Jujutsu Sorcerers#Fic Writing#JJK Community#Anime Fanfiction#Manga Fanfic#Fanfic Writer#Fangirling#jujutsu megumi#megumi x reader#jujutsu kaisen megumi#jjk megumi#fushiguro megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#jjk fushiguro#Youtube
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just a small post of admiration.Β i simply love the dynamic between the cursed spirits and feel like among their small group Jogo and Hanami had the deepest connection. they both were quite old earth-based curses, who seemed to know each other pretty well and for very long time. they felt to be kind of good friends, despite their differences. at least, that was the impression from Jogoβs sincerity in his last moments and from his natural panic reactions while fighting Gojo.Β itβs a pity he had a bit of time to mourn Dagon, but he had no time at all either to help or to mourn Hanami properly
#my art#traditional art#ink#jjk curses#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#cursed spirits#jjk jougo#jougo#jjk jogo#hanami#jjk hanami#jogo
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Atsuha Expo
Prepare yourselves for another long post...
I pride myself in cataloging and drawing Fly Heads. It's been a habit that helped me train my jujutsu skills, as well as my artistic skills, drawing and writing.
Knowing there were unregistered curses through the sorcerers Yuuji-sensei gathered for a tryout reunion, I wondered about their appearence, and did not waste the opportunity to ask for a description of them.
So, what first started as quite praised sketches became a full-on mission to best portray these former enemies. After all, they didn't appear in photographs till recent studies and tests on polaroid cameras.
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Yeah... I did became self-conscious and worried about the drawings not 'fitting the described appearance' or the 'liking of the sorcerers around'. More around the last one, which I guess I knew would lead to this, henceforth I put him last...
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I'm not proud of this... though he did felt better whenever I appeared in his dreams somehow and beat the heck out of Mahito.
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You're maturing, Junpei. Even if you don't grow up, you ARE.
Anyway, these 'feelings' drove me to not portray Mahito in a 'flattering way'... I did manage to sketch him somewhat like that, but I was so concerned about Junpei's opinion and possible and obvious resentment, as well as Yuuji-sensei's, that I just crumbled that drawing and just made a mess of a paper montage, making him ugly as sin.
Needless to say, something born out of such sour feelings is bound to not be fruitful. AKA, everyone who came over the Hidden Room to check on my drawings was taken aback by that montage.
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Funny enough, the crumbling actually helped the drawing somewhat. I guess there was a painter that said there were 'happy accidents' in art...
#atsuha soga#jujutsu aiko-ka#jujutsu kaisen oc#jjk oc#jujutsu aiko ka#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#junpei yoshino#ask blog#autistic adult#feelings#atsuha expo#cursed spirits#curses#mahito#jogo#dagon#hanami#sukuna#ryomen sukuna#drawings#art#autistic#vow-bonded#resonance
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Jujutsu Kaisen
Tokyo Jujutsu High
Kyoto Jujutsu High
Jujutsu Sorcerers
Zenin Family
Culling Game Players
Non-Combatants
Cursed Spirits
Curse Users
Non-Curse Users
Other
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#JJK#tokyo jujutsu high#kyoto jujutsu high#jujutsu sorcerers#Zenin family#cursed spirits#curse users
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Funko Pop Animation Jujutsu Kaisen Mahito - 1115
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the best kind of ships are the ones where the characters make their relationship everyone's problem
#break up? burn down the town hall. release an ancient cursed spirit. destory the city.#marriage? make it dramatic. invite the whole city. be the menace society will remember.#i can think of so many ships#satosugu#soukoku#fyolai#dreamling#chaeya#eimiko#beiguang#chiscara#sherliam#hannigram#joongdok#wangxian#yoohankim#jiuhuo
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like i said !!
i wonder who or what cursed spirits are supposed to represent? how are we supposed to interpret their narrative existence? i like to think that maybe the message here is that the βugly partsβ of humanity (cursed spirits, made from human emotion) are just as human as any other part, and so we must face them as such; together instead of alone, with compassion instead of mechanically.
i think sorcerers are taught to handle (to βexorciseβ) cursed spirits as rigid cogs in a hyper-effective machine, which is why the systemβs failed so many of them before (geto, hakari, and so many we havenβt even seen). maybe what the system and society needs is compassion and a little more empathy. maybe the answer is love.
(can you tell iβm a romantic?)
(also, thank you to tiktok user @goodwitchmusings for the conversation you had with me about this! it really opened my eyes and made me think more!)
kenjakuβs group of sentient cursed spirits brings about so many implications,,,,,their proximity to humanity, for one. at what point should we (they? sorcerers? society, even when most canβt see?) consider them human-adjacent? are they really entirely incapable of empathy? (i donβt think so,,,,some of them care for one another, to some extent i think,,,) and especially for someone (is he a βsomeoneβ?) like mahito, who looks human, behaves human, is made of human emotions. what is the borderline between human and non-human? should a cursed spirit like mahito develop some sort of empathy (adding to their base human-emotion make-up), would they then still be deserving of exorcism? is empathy a prerequisite to be considered human? or even to be considered in consideration? but there are people (humans) who are incapable of empathy,,,so where does that lead us? what qualities cement oneβs worthiness to life?
itβs like asking if itβs ethical to experiment on aliens or if itβs ethical to create fully-grown human clones, in a way,,,not like most of society will encounter either, but ethics are always in question. right? right? at what point do they stop being the βother?β what about death paintings, like choso? or like yuuji? where do we stop?
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Fight Knight is the Spirit of Halloween.
So! A new Spirit Halloween location has opened up in Gotham, and the Batfam has decided to go shopping so they can prepare for Halloween.
Just because it's one of their busiest nights of the year doesn't mean they can't enjoy themselves while patrolling.
So the family walks in about a week before Halloween and spreads out to look for decorations or costumes to wear.
Its a fun trip, they buy their costumes, have a pleasant conversation with the manager about the holiday season, and go back home.
Then they actually put on their costumes and find out that they were either Cursed or Enchanted, because once put them on they are transformed them into the Costumes themselves.
Damien has become a Dog, after putting on a cheap dog costume at the insistence of his brothers. He's not unhappy at least.
Jason has been turned into a Zombie, though he has managed to restrain himself from eating his brother's Brains so far. He claims they look unappetizing.
Tim has been turned into Super Mario. He can't stop speaking in a bad Italian accent and has a huge mustache.
Dick has been turned into a Fairy Tale Princess after putting on the costume as a Joke. He has to admit though, he looks great as a Girl.
Even Bruce wasn't spared, and was turned into a Vampire after putting in some Plastic Teeth.
Taking off the costumes hadn't turned them back, leaving them stuck in their new forms.
Now they are all racing back to that Spirit Halloween to get answers as to what the hell just happened to them.
They hope Mr. Frank Knight has some answers for them.
#Dpxdc#Dp x dc#Dc x dp#Danny Phantom#Dc#Dcu#Fright Knight has a part time job#More like a hobby#He runs a bunch of Spirit Halloweens every year selling cursed objects to unsuspecting customers#The Curses break after Halloween so it's not harm done#The Batfam is not pleased#Wait till they find out that he has branches in multiple other cities#Like Metropolis. And Central City. And Coast City. And Atlantis. The other Heroes were not spared.#The Batfam and other affected are stuck in their new forms for a Week now#At least Dick and Damien are having fun in their new forms#Tim is too embarrassed to go back to work and Jason is mostly just sick of the zombie puns they keep tossing at him#I wonder what costumes the other chose?
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There, in the fog, a pair of glowing green eyes. Who does it belong to?
Surely not that which lays beneath the city, Gothamβs spirit that drowns in the cursed bogs buried beneath concrete and stone. Surely not she, who sobs songs of grief, she who croons silently for aid. Surely not she, madness incarnate, all gnarled shadows and crumbled concrete. Surely not she, Gotham herself, perched along her cityβs gargoyles and looks over her own with stone eyes and stone heart that tries to beat like her own.
Her songs were answered with one of her own, a child whose parents were murdered in the heart of her heart. The parts of her that still loved as much as she could wholeheartedly accepted. The child that brought more children- who were all hurt by her and her own and decided she was worth helping anyways. Those eyes did not belong to her own children, those that she pulled the covers of relentless clouds over in order to protect.
No, no. Those eyes belonged to a different child. One that came later who Wailed along side her screams and soothed the madness that roiled beneath her streets.
Her screams were soothed by a child who is her liege, the small one that came and eased the rot that tore her marrow from the bones of her city- her own bones.
Phantom, she ruffles the hair of the boy king. Her gnarled joints and shadowed fangs and clawed countenance does not deter his smile and she loves the child more for it. Far better than the tyrant that tried to use her madness against her own people.
βHi, Gotham. How are you doing today?β
Better, the gargoyles shifts and grinds. Thank you, my liege.
The boy-king laughs, bright green eyes glowing in the fog sheβs summoned to obscure him from her knights. βYou did most of the work.β
Not so, the winds whirls in between the white flames of the boy-kingβs hair. But we have had this discourse.
Phantom smiles, sadness pulling at the corners of his eyes. She did not know human ways of emotion for she had always been a spirit, but this expression she knows well. It chases at the heels of her knights and now it is in a dogged pursuit for her liegeβs heart. Gotham has found new things to hate. The shadows wrap around him.
Go, they whisper as Gotham herself slid back towards the cold stone of her city. Protect. Be happy.
βOkay, okay. But if one of your knights shoot at me again with their weird knives, Iβm going to dye their hair neon pink.β
Gotham laughs, spiders bouncing along their webs. They will have deserved it.
The boy-king (hers, her liege, her son, her family, please, Gotham did not want to be alone anymore) laughed again and shot off from the perch she had provided.
#dcxdp#danny phantom#Gotham#Gotham the city spirit#100% Gotham thinks the curse was her fault#and sheβs got decades of guilt from murdering her own people in her madness weighing her down
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So I decided to try this because the image was very funny to me. I tried to draw them true to the style of their respective media!
A hylian, a horse, and a human-turtle mutant step into a car. Two of them donβt know what an automobile is and the one who does canβt drive.
#legend of zelda#rottmnt#spirit stallion of the cimarron#rise mikey#tp link#drawing meme#donβt ask how Spirit got in there I couldnβt tell you#the most cursed road trip
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waiting for the Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 mostly for its second part. even with all the greatness happening in manga and is going to happen in the first part of the S2, i still miss this grumpy volcano.Β Β
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your docs say some names I don't recognize, who are Yahito and Harui?
In short, they're Cursed Spirits we've faced.
Yahito calls himself the 'younger brother' of Mahito, who's the curse who killed Junpei. A curse born from human hatred, and quite a brat.
(made in CHARAT)
And Harui is Hanami's 'descendant'. He's a curse of natural disaster fear, and acts like those nose-in-the-air princes. He's figuratively and literally 'poisonous'.
(made in CHARAT)
(So, apparently even if a curse of the same source is reborn as something or someone new, they do possess somewhat connection or memories of its past life... that's interesting info.)
#yahito#mahito#harui#hanami#cursed spirits#atsuha soga#jjk oc#jujutsu kaisen oc#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu aiko-ka
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Zuko was awoken by the ghost of a caress on his left cheek and the echo of a voice that told stories of dragons and spirits and love. No matter how things may seem to change, never forget who you are.
Zuko's childhood, as told in For the Spirits Chapter V: There Was Sun.
When did Zuko start seeing the spirits of the dead? How did loss become the norm for a child?
(Maybe it was after Lu Ten, or after Mother. Maybe it was because of the burn or the fire or the dreams sent to him by Agni. Maybe such was the way of things since the very beginning of time.)
#atla#zuko#avatar the last airbender#atla fanart#prince zuko#atla art#zutara#zutara au#for the spirits#new gods au#spirit touched zuko#Chapter V: There Was Sun#zuko fanart#zuko art#Baby Zuko#atla zuko#atla ursa fanart#atla ursa art#princess ursa#atla ursa#ursa#atla fic#atla fanfic#fire nation royal family#Ghosts and Gods and a child among them#Zuko's childhood and breaking and love and hope and sorrow#Ursa and Lu Ten and their memories#Ursa's anklet#Agni's prophecies#Zuko's gift and curse and will
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Roll the Dice. π² π©Έ
#art#drawing#artist#artists on tumblr#manga#digital drawing#fanart#digital art#digital artist#ygo fanart#ygo#yugioh fanart#yugioh#pharaoh atem#atem#yugioh atem#yami yugi#did someone order a half crazed cursed spirit#no? okay#hes insane and i love it#yami#ygo season 0
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Prompt 247
Danny grumbles, going limp as the Spirit plucked him up, holding him out like some sort of stray cat. Their golden eyes stared across him, white hair shimmering and bloodied feathers rustling as they tilted their head.Β
βYou sure heβs not somehow ours?β Bludhaven asks again, setting him down once more to circle. Amity laughs, wild hair the color of wheat fluttering in a non-existent breeze and portal pulsing like a heart as she rests a hand on his head.Β
βWell darlinβ, I am asking if you would be open to adopting,β the Spirit laughs, the sound as familiar as the birds outside his window in the mornings. βWell, I suppose I could always ask your dear sister Arkham-βΒ
βNo no, I would be honored,β Bludhaven smiled a literally sharp grin, something mischievous and violent about it in a way Danny was slowly growing used to. βIβm just- look at the little ghostling! He looks like he could be from ours! My hair, your eyesβ¦ heβs just missing markingsβ¦βΒ
βMarkings heβll get once you give me an answer darlinβ...β
βOH- Yes, of course! Sorry, I got whelmed there.βΒ
βYou have been stalking your vigilante a bit too much there Blud.βΒ
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Amity Park x Bludhaven#I need to come up with a name for that lol#City Spirit#Danny gets adopted by Amity Park & Bludhaven#Danny is very tired while this conversation is happening hence his quietness#Why yes dcu IS in another dimension#That does not stop the City Spirits from visiting each other & meeting#Bludhaven is Gothamβs son & Arkham is Gothamβs daughter#Gotham is now grandparent & also questioning if they missed a wedding#while Xey were killing curses because What When & Where#Gotham is the city spirit equivalent of an Ancient#Which now makes Danny almost like a prince & no one has told him yet#He just needed his Core stabilized via adoption#And Amity volunteered because heβs her bby already- died & was reborn within her & everything#Space core Danny#Doesnβt have much to do with the prompt but does slightly effect his appearance after adoption#I have art of Bludhaven & Amity somewhere on my blog#Bludhaven#Amity Park
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Over Tea
A sudden chill sweeps through Gotham, almost like Mr. Freeze had just attacked only thing was the man was currently locked away in Arkham, and was felt by all. And talked by all via word of mouth and on social media as well.
The clouds and smog that covered their dark city shifted and swirled, a rumble beginning deep inside them as the weather turned from smoggy to rain and thunder with no real warning. The strangest thing was the green glow that could be seen when thunder rumbled inside the gray clouds.
Then like a candle being blown out, the rumbling stopped, the rain ended, and the clouds parted all over Gotham.
For the first time in a while Gotham had a clear sky and it felt... it felt like something heavy had been lifted off the city.
It was this sudden shift and the all felt chill that had set off alerts for Batman and his family. Since early morning since the first change and shift happened he was in front of the Batcomputer trying to narrow down where it started.
After hours of searching with the help of Red Robin, Oracle and strangely enough Red Hood, they managed to narrow down where the odd power had been coming from.
Was still coming from, only very low.
The old and abandoned observatory tower.
-x-x-
"More ecto-tea Lady Gotham?" Danny asked, his hand waving towards the steaming pot nearby.
The woman smiled lightly, her dark painted lips curling up to show her sharp fangs for a moment before saying "No but thank you Young Kingling though I would like more cookies if you don't mind. Now where were we?"
Danny nodded towards her and signaled towards a maid skeleton ghost who walked forward with a tray of cookies. The maid swiftly placed a few more cookies on the spirit embodiment of Gotham plate before bowing and stepping away.
"We were just about to discuss the sentience of the Court of Owls." Danny said as he lightly tapped the large almost mountain of paperwork on the table they were sitting at, floating high above the floor as shooting stars and planets drifted around them. Many ghosts floated around as well, servants that had sworn their loyalty to the Young King, and were preparing things like snacks and drinks for two powerful beings in the room as they discussed business. Nearby doors and windows though were ghostly knights that stood tall and alert, making sure no interlopers interrupted the meeting taking place and ready to defend not only Lady Gotham but their King.
"Ah yes them." Lady Gotham grimaced as she took a drink of her ecto-tea. "That will take some time for us to discuss, they've been running around unchecked for to long and even with my limited abilities to hinder them has been less than ideal."
"You, Lady G, were deeply cursed for many, many years and I just broke most of it." Danny cut in quickly, he was not about to let this wonderful and powerful city spirit blame herself for something out of her hands "Due to said curse you couldn't do much so please don't go blaming yourself. Its mostly broken now, so you can freely start healing yourself and your city self now that jerk demon that cursed you is in Walker's prison for his crimes."
Lady Gotham grew silent for a moment, her dark eyes staring deeply at the young King but then warmly smiled, well as warm as she could seeing how she was Gotham itself. "You reminded me of my Knight, Young King, treating me like this. Not afraid to point out the truth and facts."
Danny gave a light laugh as he took a hold of one of the cookies on his plate and gave a bite "I'll take that as a compliment Lady Gotham. Now about those Court of Owls...."
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#blue rambles#crossover#writing ideas#random idea#danny phantom dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#ghost king danny#Danny visited Gotham as part of his new kingly duties to discuss things#only to find the city spirit chained and cursed by a demon#he fought the demon and kicked its butt now that he's cleaning up Pariah Dark bad management#Lady Gotham been trying to save her city self for years but couldn't do much#Her Dark Knight and his bats and birds helped ease the pain#but the demon encouraged and influenced a lot of Batman's rogue's#The Joker is the one he's most proud of#Lady Gotham did her best to save her people from his influence#some listened others didn't#anyways Danny came to Gotham because he noticed a lot of papers for the city and well#again found the demon and fought him#it caused a huge shift in Gotham that couldn't be ignored#and we all know Batman wouldn't ignore it.#Honestly I just wanted Ghost King Danny and Lady Gotham discussing business and drinking tea as they float.#I like to think the Batfam do get to the Observatory and somehow sneak in even with all the guards.#what happens next I leave open for others to play with.#11 pm ideas and thoughts
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