#I don't like looking at real gore at all + i have bad intrusive thoughts pertaining to gore a lot

[wavesalwayscrash]

this is going to be an odd question maybe, but what you do is really inspiring so i gotta ask—how do u like.. balance a nonrealistic/stylized/etc art style, and super heavy gore? your ‘rotting’ art for day 1 of goretober i’m obsessed with.. the gore is like on the cusp of realism imo but it matches so well with the artstyle even when that’s not the most realistic..

does that make sense? idk i love ur art sm especially when it comes to the bloody stuff haha

My honest answer would be "vibes. I don't know I just do it." But i would like to try to offer some kind of explanation/help to hopefully make it make sense.

There's this thing that Scott McCloud (author of "Understanding Comics" and "Making Comics" but this principle still applies to my regular art illustration) calls the Masking Effect. Where essentially you have a stylized and cartoony-esque character next to something realistic or super detailed.

It puts you, the observer, into the environment that the characters are in. While this is about bgs, I think it can definitely still apply to gore art. in 'rotting' the main centerpiece is canary's corpse. it's what you're meant to be focusing on the most. It's drawn in that super detailed way to make the horror of her corpse and what has happened to her body explicitly clear.

It's also just something I like to do a lot bc, while I genuinely like drawing gore (it's relaxing to me), it is not a pleasant thing to actually see. It's traumatizing and disgusting and gross. A big thing with wac specifically is that war and violence and killing are not glory filled, it is not beautiful, it is not pleasant. All you're left with is a bunch of rotting corpses. The amount of detail I put into them is to convey that fact.

hopefully this offered some kind of explanation and help? this is at least the principle that I believe that I draw from the most.

[chilipowder9]

intrusive thoughts are not a bad thing. people who make entire blogs dedicated to thoughts that apparently distress them? that's a bad thing. the term para has quickly become a new MAP, a new way to normalise thoughts about children. it's fine to have intrusive thoughts about them. it's not fine to have a blog about thoughts of children, especially on a website that children use. the para community are grooming people into being okay with them. please be careful man ❤️

CP isn't okay, venting about disliking these awful intrusive thoughts without explaining them in detail isn't CP (ex: "wow I really hate my brain bc it makes me think of nasty bad stuff with kids can I get a new one ugh")

I am a odontophile, I have an attraction to teeth (in specific situations), which I find to not be a thing that can cause harm to literally anyone unless I'm also a sexual assaulter (I'm not)

I suffer intrusive thoughts of necrophilia though do not voice them ever because 1. I don't like thinking about it 2. people say it can't be necrophilia because it's zombies and ghosts not just corpses 3. other people don't care to listen enough to hear that it's not just corpses

I also have an odd attraction to heavy gore and cannibalism (no I don't go look up real snuff thank you)

if all of that mashed together doesn't make me some flavor or another of paraphile then please tell me what makes a paraphile

and if I should be burned at the stake for 1. thinking teeth are hot in certain situations, 2. having intrusive thoughts around the undead, and 3. finding gore and cannibalism attractive, all without even planning on doing anything in that realm with anyone ever then respectfully fuck you go away (:

ps: the writer of the previous response was Charlie, who doesn't hold any real paraphilia and just has a slight tooth kink, I am Caine, who holds the intrusive thoughts mentioned and the other two paraphilias, that is why there is an inconsistency, we are plural, go figure

[bruhstories]

Bloodlust

Summary: You were a rookie Jashinist with a dark secret, he was a demented shinobi with a desire to slaughter anything and everything for his god. Pairing: Hidan x Fem!Reader (canon verse) Warnings & Content: dark content - minors dni, language, blood kink, kidnapping, murder, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, knives, human sacrifice, cult-like behaviour, religious fanatism, Reader and Hidan are... insane, slight gore. Word Count: 2.8 k

A/N: Read those tags carefully. Hidan's not exactly a warm and fuzzy character.

"Please, let me go... I won't tell anyone." You peeled your lips open, dry from all the crying and lack of hydration, hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead.

"Let you go? But... you came here willingly." He sneered, flashing you his teeth.

He was right. You joined the Jashinists thinking they were a liberal religion, preaching freedom and anarchy, but you did not expect sadism and human sacrifices. And you didn't expect to fall in love with Hidan — the most vile man you've ever encountered. Not that he knew that, anyway. He couldn't possibly fathom the idea that a sweet thing like you could love a man like him. But you weren't a saint.

"T-then why are you doing this to m-me?" You breathed, the ropes around your wrists cutting the blood circulation in your hands.

Hidan clicked his tongue and placed his scythe on the floor. "Because I can." He picked up a knife — no, a kunai. "And because you wanted to run away."

Ah, there it was. You decided to leave this cult when Hidan prompted you to kill some poor ninja he'd kidnapped a few days ago. You refused, expecting to be left alone, and now you were the sacrifice.

"I t-told you, I- I only kill those who deserve it."

"Everyone deserves it, Y/N. Especially traitors." Hidan traced the blade over your exposed abdomen, goosebumps dotting your skin and you were ashamed to admit that it made you feel... something.

"So, you're just g-going to kill m-me?"

"Don't be sad. You'll make a fine fucking sacrifice for Jashin."

"Please, Hidan, give m-me another c-chance." Tears pooled at your eyes. Death was not on your list, not now, and especially not at his hands.

"You know we don't give second chances." The blade was now between your tits, the tip slowly poking into your skin. Crimson droplets seeped from the fresh wound. It stung like a bitch, and it made you whimper, but the heat in your cunt signalled your arousal.

"You d-don't, but Jashin does." You whispered, and Hidan was completely taken aback.

"Excuse you?"

"Every t-time you failed to kill someone, hengave you another c-chance." You spat at him. "What m-makes you think he won't g-give me one?"

Confused wouldn't even begin to describe what he felt. Hidan blinked slowly, trying to comprehend the question before he dropped the kunai and left without a word.

You didn't know exactly how much time passed since he left. By this point you couldn't feel your fingers and the room began to spin, head dizzy from exhaustion. The door swung open and you shot your head up, startled by the sudden intrusion. Hidan walked in with a terrifying look on his face and bent down to grab the blade. He slashed the first rope and your hand fell limp by your hip.

"You're lucky he's a benevolent god." He slashed the second rope and your knees hit the cold, hard floor. Fear, happiness and anxiety coiled in your stomach, surprised that you have, indeed, been given a second chance.

"You talked to him?" You shook your wrists to get the blood flowing, eyes finding his.

"Yes, and surprisingly he likes you. Says you have potential." His voice went up an octave when uttering the last word in what seemed to be sarcasm.

Still on the floor, you arched a brow. "Do you doubt his judgement?" You suspected it was a mistake to ask that question, because in a split second Hidan yanked your hair and pulled your head back to look at him upside-down.

"I'll die before I doubt the good lord. Who I doubt is you." He pierced your soul with his sangria eyes, chills running down your spine, stopping in-between your thighs. You hated the effect he had over you, you hated that he was so oblivious to your hints, only focused on Jashin. Always Jashin.

Granted, Jashin did offer Hidan immortality, which was something you could only dream of. You were a pathetic civilian with a knack for medical jutsu, but never properly trained. He was a full-fledged shinobi who could snap your neck like a twig if he wanted to. And he wanted to.

But, the word of Jashin was law for Hidan. As much as he wanted to sacrifice you to his beloved god, he had to refrain himself, fearing punishment for his sins. And as much as he hated to admit it, you shared and valued the same goals of Jashinism — to a certain extent. You were down to slaughter people, but only those who deserved it, and apparently to Jashin that was enough. But not to Hidan. Never to Hidan.

"Jashin says I have potential, it's not up to you to talk back." You mustered up some courage after your wounds healed. That medical jutsu thing you practised for self-healing really came in handy when Hidan had violent outbursts and Kakuzu wasn't there to put him in his place. Shame you didn't know how to use it to heal others.

"Listen here, you little bitch, just because you've been pardoned now doesn't mean I'll hesitate to stab your tits when you disobey the lord." He let go of your hair and you leaned forward, palms on the floor to stop you from falling. "Besides, you're gonna have to prove yourself. Again."

You knew exactly what he meant. You had to kill. And Hidan wasn't one to let you off the hook — you'd have to kill someone innocent, and the idea of performing such a sacrifice made your stomach churn, it made you want to throw up, because you knew you'd enjoy it. Murdering someone deserving felt like a chore, like something natural. But the thought of killing someone undeserving made your heart flutter, your cunt burn and your head hazy with a high so addictive, no drug in the world could compare to it.

"Don't make me kill someone, please."

"Oh, spare me of your holier-than-thou bullshit. You either kill or be killed, Y/N. Now let's get to fucking work." Hidan bruised your arm in the process of 'helping' you up, unaware of the pleasant surprise that lurked within you. Because if he knew the real you, he'd probably question his own sanity — and that's something he'd never done. The real you was obscene, twisted and demented, long before you discovered Jashinism, but you tried to bury that part of you deep down. You seemingly succeeded, focusing your bloodlust on anarchy and overthrowing the Tsuchikage with a group of punk teenagers from your village, Iwagakure.

Until you met Hidan.

"I really don't want to do this." You pleaded with the silver-haired man, hands trembling and eyes watery.

"Kill him, Y/N." Hidan rolled his eyes, the blades of his scythe pressing into your back as you pressed your kunai into the victim's neck. "Kill him or I kill you."

"Alright, alright, I'll do it. But give me some space."

"Tch, pretentious bitch." He stepped aside, watching you carefully.

"More space." You demanded and he took another step back with an impatient look on his face.

"There's only one exit to this cave. If you think, for a fucking second, that you walk out of here alive you're wrong. Unless you kill him." Hidan licked his lips. "Jashin demands a sacrifice. Now."

You looked down at the symbol drawn with the victim's blood, then back at the man in front of you. His eyes were wide open and filled with tears, arms chained to then wall of the cave. He frantically shook his head, saliva dripping from his gag as he prayed for salvation.

"I'm so sorry." You spoke — not sorry for the victim, but for yourself and what you'd become after this day. Slender fingers lifted his chin upwards and with one swift movement, you slit open the skin, blood gushing out, spraying your face, neck and cleavage. "Fuck..." You moaned, the hot crimson liquid dripping down your chin.

"See, it wasn't so bad." Hidan elbowed you but you didn't move, instead, you gripped the blade handle tightly and drove it into the victim's abdomen, more blood spluttering on you when you removed it. "Oh, you want more?" The rogue shinobi quirked a brow, content with your choice. Adrenaline and arousal rushed through your veins and you dropped the kunai, the clanging echoing in the cave.

"Hidan..." You trailed off, tentatively unzipping your black cloak. "I want you to fuck me."

The silver-haired man watched you smear the blood over your exposed tits, his cock twitching in his pants. Finally, he realised just how beautiful you truly were, the pure ecstasy on your face igniting a flame in his core.

"Here?" He asked, somewhat surprised by your request.

"Yes, please." You turned around to face him, and the look on his face told you just how impressed he was.

"Now aren't you just so full of surprises? And here I thought you were just some goodie two-shoes who refused to harm people." Hidan removed his Akatsuki cloak, letting it fall to the ground, allowing you to see just how hard he was. You bit on your lower lip, the metallic taste was pure bliss in your mouth. "You filthy, disgusting whore." He sneered, his lips crushing yours in a shameful, euphoric kiss. The moment his tongue touched the blood in your mouth, his skin began to darken, his body linking with the victim's, meaning he hasn't died yet.

"Isn't he going to feel everything?" You pulled back from the kiss, but your voice wasn't in any way concerned about the man chained to the wall.

"Oh, he's going to feel it, alright." Hidan laughed, his hand pushing your head as you lowered yourself down your knees. Fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants and you pulled down both of the layers, his cock slapping your face. "Suck."

You obediently parted your lips, taking the velvety tip into your mouth, tongue swirling around it before you moved to his shaft. Hidan threw his head back, his fingers tangling in your hair as you bobbed your head back and forth, your moans music to his ears. The gurgling sounds coming from the victim told you that he, indeed, felt everything Hidan felt and your twisted mind enjoyed it so fucking much. You picked up the pace, earning grunts and growls from the rogue shinobi before he held your head in place, stuffing your mouth and throat with his thick cock until you dug your fingers in his thigh, desperately trying to breathe.

"Jashin was right to give you a second chance." Hidan released you and you gasped for air. "You're his gift for me."

The blood on your body dried out, but you were just as beautiful. You leaned on your back, spreading your legs for him. It was a smart decision not to wear anything underneath your cloak. The silver-haired man kneeled between your thighs, his hands bruising your skin with rough touches before he found your dripping cunt.

"Shit, Y/N, you're soaking wet." He shoved two fingers between your folds, curling them upwards. You squirmed and moaned, desperate for something bigger.

"S-skip the foreplay and fuck m-me!" You begged but Hidan wasn't one to listen. He thrusted his fingers in and out of you, enjoying the way you thrashed and moaned his name, enjoying the way you arched your back with every movement.

"You're so beautiful." He confessed and you were caught off guard. It was the first time he ever said something nice to you, let alone compliment you. "You really are a sight for sore fucking eyes." Hidan removed his fingers but before you could say anything, he shoved them in your mouth. "Don't you taste like a needy slut?"

You nodded with lidded eyes, cheeks hollowed as you sucked the slick off of fingers. Hidan hovered over you, his cock grazing over your slit and aching clit, then kissed you with so much force and passion you almost couldn't breathe.

"Fuck, you taste good." He grabbed his shaft and pushed the tip painstakingly slowly between your folds. Oh, he was so much bigger than you expected, but you quickly got accustomed to his girth, mouth agape and eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"Shit- Hidan!" You bucked your hips, legs wrapping around his waist as he wrapped his calloused fingertips around your neck.

"Jashin damn it, you are so tight. You're not a fucking virgin, are you?"

You shook your head, fingernails digging into his back and the victim gurgled again. Hidan released the grip from your neck, instead holding you by the hips and frenziedly pulling you onto his cock. It was sinful, degrading and demented, and his brutal, animalistic thrusts only turned you on more. The sound of skin against skin, growls and moans echoed in the cave, and soon enough Hidan's bone-like markings faded. You didn't care, he was still buried into your cunt, but the thrill of having your pussy obliterated next to a dying man dissipated, replaced by the pure lust Hidan radiated.

"Fuck, I'm-"

"No, you're not. Not until I fucking allow it." The silver-haired man pulled out and you cried, literal tears pooling at your eyes as you were on the brink of an orgasm. "You've been a bad, bad, girl, denying Jashin, denying slaughter, denying me." He gave your cunt a firm slap which vibrated through your entire body, ending with a whimper.

"Y-you have n-no idea how m-much I want you, Hidan." You squeezed your thighs together for a crumb or friction, but he forcefully pushed your knees to the sides.

"Then you should listen. See what a good job you've done today?" He tilted his head to the chained corpse.

"You d-don't understand... I've g-got an insatiable bloodlust." You admitted, but you knew he'd only be more intrigued.

"That's exactly why you've been drawn to Jashinism." Hidan flipped you over, and you were down on all fours. He pushed his cock back in you with one deep thrust, earning another moan out of you. "Embrace it, Y/N. You and I can do great things together, for him."

"But it's wrong." You whispered and you could feel his arm slithering around your neck, pulling you closer to him.

"And who told you that? Society? Your parents? Nah, I'll be your daddy from now on." His fat cock brushed against your cervix, your silken walls clenching around it as he fucked you harder. "You wanna come, don't you?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Yes, what?" Hidan tightened the grip, your back against his chest.

"Yes, daddy! Please, I want it, I want it!" You whimpered.

"And are you going to give Jashin everything he wants?"

It was decided — Hidan stripped you of any speck of humanity or rationality you had left in you. You loved him, after all, and he loved Jashin.

"Yes, I will! Jashin can have anything he wants as long as I have you."

"Good girl." He kissed your head before releasing your neck, hands gripping your hips to hold you in place. "Nowyou can come."

Your cunt was aching for release, and you mustered enough strength to rub your clit in messy, circular motions. Soon enough, you felt it coming — the rush of adrenaline as Hidan fucked into you, fingers pinching your sore nipples. You came on his cock with a soft moan and with one final, violent thrust he fills you up, cum dripping from your sloppy cunt as he pulls out. You rolled on your back, propping yourself on your elbows and Hidan froze, the sight of your used and abused pussy hypnotising him.

"Like what you see?" You grinned, fingers tentatively grazing over your slit, dipping between your folds before you brought them to your mouth to taste his seed.

"Shit, I think I'm in love." His sangria eyes bore into yours and your heart fluttered. You knew he was an asshole, and he probably only said it in the heat of the moment, but you were satisfied with what you got.

"What about him?"

"Meh, Kakuzu will take care of the mess. I wanna take a fucking bath." Hidan picked his red and black cloak up from the floor before getting up. "And I'm starving."

You pursed your lips and lowered your gaze. So much for being in love with you.

"You coming to the hot springs?"

"Me?"

"As much as I adore seeing you covered in blood, that shit's dry and crusty." He threw you your cloak.

"You wanna take a bath... with me?"

"Yes? The fuck are you acting so surprised? I just said I'm in love with you but you're surprised I wanna take a bath with you?"

"You know what, stop talking." You rolled your eyes and got up.

"I think the fuck not."

"Fuck's sake, Hidan, let's go."

"Fuckin' crazy bitch."

[brandstifter-sys]

Under Pressure

Chapter 12: Fountain                                        (Ao3)

Word Count: 1557

Characters: Virgil, Janus, Remus

Rating: T

Warnings: Suicide Attempt Mention, fire, Intrusive thoughts, graphic depiction of (imaginary) suicide, Gore, angst with a positive outcome, villain logan

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Virgil knew something was off when he entered the room, he wasn’t leaning on Patton anymore. No he was leaning on someone much slimmer.

"Well this is a drab conundrum," Janus sighed. He stared at the boring set up before them and sighed. There was a raised platform next to a simple fountain with three pitchers on the ledge. All of the walls were the same chrome-colored times except for one, which was a mirror.

"At least it's not too bright," Virgil sighed and closed his eyes.

Janus scraping his bleeding eyes from their sockets with his fangs

Virgil shivered and inched away from Janus, only to be pulled back to his side. He looked at the snake questioningly, noticing that his scales were fading to their olive brown colors.

"I'm freezing, Virgil," he hissed gently, "don't move away." Virgil didn't think twice when he melted into the other, soaking in his warmth.

"Your scales—" Virgil mumbled and rested his head on Janus.

"They are quite dazzling, aren't they? Truly my pride and joy, even under a heavy dose of UV light," Janus preened. Virgil blinked and took in the room. The scene's color scheme resembled the one with the lasers.

"Why are you—?" Virgil asked, unsure of how to phrase the question.

"Because I don't hate you," Janus replied and flicked his tongue, "and a demure creature such as myself deserves to be kept warm with the finest specimen of man available."

"And yet you're holding me," Virgil pouted.

"I am well aware. You are a fine specimen of man."

"You're wrong."

"Am I?" Janus huffed, "You have a rather bulky athletic physique, soft but strong hands, a crooked, adorable smile, bright eyes that pop with that eyeshadow, and an affinity for the most luxurious color. I'd say you are, as would the others."

Virgil wilted and shook his head. He hated it when Janus was right. Patton would fight him for talking bad about himself, Roman would argue with him until he was blue in the face, L would point out all the contradictions to his points if he were himself. And Virgil feared exactly what Remus would do or say. At least Janus didn't have that smug smile on his face.

"Now that that's settled, let's try to figure out how to get out of here," Janus hummed and held the freezing emo close. He knew this old conundrum well: get the exact amount of water in one of the pitchers and put it on the platform. But knowing Logan, he would have accounted for Janus knowing the puzzle and made it harder.

"Looks like the door is locked," Virgil noted, staring at the back wall. There was a metal plate crossing the door vertically. He could also see something over the fountain that looked like a pane of glass on the wall, a window but he doubted it since it appeared to be flush with the wall.

"I don't see any real clues, just that piece of glass," Virgil sighed, "We're gonna be here a while."

"We might have to wait, you're right," Janus agreed, "So for now, let's have a seat. You look like you could pass out." Vigril stared at him and shrugged, letting Janus lead him to the fountain.

Virgil sat down with Janus, listening to the calm trickling water as it flowed. He hunched over and leaned on his elbows, only for Janus to gently rub his back.

"Why are you—?" Virgil trailed off again, not sure if he was ready to ask.

"Why am I taking care of you?" Janus asked for him, as if he already knew, "Because it's my job. And because I care about you."

"Even though I hate you?" Virgil questioned. Janus smirked and shook his head.

"You don't have to like me for me to care. In fact I don't have to like you to care about you. And I can confirm that because my job is to regulate your influence, you make it hard to do both."

"So you admit you think I'm a pain in the neck," Virgil huffed. Janus rolled his eyes.

"Before you take it further, consider that where the sidewalk ends."

"What?"

"You can be a pain, but that is the extent of it. Except for that one time."

"You mean ducking out?" Virgil scoffed, "You told me it was a good idea and absolutely no one would ever care, that Thomas would be so much better off and the others would be happier, that Remus would be so thrilled to have something new to mutilate with his mind."

"I was trying reverse psychology. You always think I'm lying. I know I didn't handle the situation well. I tried to reason with you, tried to pull on your heartstrings, manipulate you, and I couldn't stop you," Janus shot back, tears forming in his eyes, "I couldn't stop you or do my job. I almost hate the others for succeeding where I failed."

"If it's your job, why didn't you know what to do? Why didn't you get help?" Virgil scoffed, not bothering to look at anything but his boots.

"Ask Patton. He can tell you better than I can about how much it hurts to be clueless and expected to know. And who would I have turned to? Remus doesn't have the delicacy needed for such a situation."

Virgil glanced at Janus, and his heart shattered. Janus was biting his lip and staring off in the distance, willing himself to keep his facade as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Janus?"

"I would have hated you if you went through with it. I regret my tactics in those moments, and I would never forgive myself if you—" he shook his head and forced himself to keep calm.

Blood

Blood everywhere

His lifeless body on the ground. A knife—

"You were trying to get me to stay?" Virgil asked, though he already knew the answer.

"We really must get out of here if you're so far gone you can't follow a conversation," Janus scoffed. Virgil expected a much harsher reaction, so he wasn't going to get bent out of shape over it.

"Following and believing are two different things," he sighed, listening to an odd sound, like a lit fuse crackling in the distance, "you know—Holy Shit!" Virgil began only to immediately jump into action, dragging Janus to the ground and shielding him with his own body and squeezing his eyes shut, expecting the worst.

FWOOSH

Virgil tentatively opened his eyes, aware that there was no rubble from an explosion. Janus stared up at him in shock, processing what just happened.

"Bastard," Virgil muttered as he got up. He looked at the wall and saw what happened. Behind the glass there was a burnt curtain and the number 13 glowing against the glass.

"Looks like that's our clue," Janus hummed and got to his feet. He brushed off his suit and approached the pitchers to get a closer look. The smallest one had a '3' etched on the bottom, the others had '5' and '6' on them, and each had a fill line near the spout.

"How steady are your hands when you aren't anxious?" Janus asked as he dipped the largest pitcher in the fountain pool. Virge watched him curiously. It didn't take long for him to catch on.

"I've had to do surgery on Remus, so I think they're pretty steady," Virgil answered hesitantly and approached him.

"Then fill the mid-sized pitcher and then pour it into the small one only to the fill line. Do you know what you have to do after that?" Janus instructed without his usual smugness.

Virgil made quick work of filling the middle pitcher, well aware of the puzzle. He'd seen Die Hard 3 enough to remember this trick. When it came to the transfer from one pitcher to the other, he was true to his nature, careful. Janus watched in amazement at how precise Virgil was, not going past the line by a drop.

Needless to say he was shocked when Virgil carelessly dumped the smallest one back in the fountain. He was still surprised when Virgil poured the remaining water in the middle pitcher into the small one and handed it to Janus. He refilled the middle pitcher and moved to the platform, with Janus following.

They placed all three pitchers down and waited. To no one's surprise the platform sank to the floor. The sound of the metal plate in front of the door sinking with a loud thud was music to their ears. And then the lights came on part way.

"Now you can get back to loathing my existence," Janus hummed, his scales returning to a rust color. Virgil pouted and shrugged, hunching over a little bit more than usual.

"I could. But why would I want to prove you right?" Virgil huffed and shoved his hands in his pockets. Janus fought back the urge to smile and simply waltzed to the exit. They had other things to worry about.

Remus watched through the mirror, happy these two didn't take nearly as long as Roman and Patton. He needed all of them to get through his puzzle. He needed them to take some time to get to him so he could hide the fact that he cried.

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(Master Post)