#mutual answering ❣️

[pose4photoml]

😉 I give a 1 because of your sass which is the best. And an 8 and 9 and 16 because special isn’t an option . 🫶🏻

Aww - thank you ❣️ I would like to point out your one of my favorites to share my sass with 😉

[offorestsongs]

oh what about “smile is the second best thing you can do with your lips” for lilyarrow?

hiii hello <3 thank you sm for the ask!! oh this is a fun one ;0

(ask game here!)

Lysander has never felt more seen. Not that he wasn't used to his boyfriend looking at him so intently, but this felt― more, in a way. Like Rook was looking straight through him. Despite being bundled up in his usual amount of layers, one of them being a white crochet cardigan, Lysander shivered. Ever attentive, Rook instantly looked up from behind his easel. "Are you tired, dear? We can take a break if you wish." Lysander's first instinct was to protest, but... Everyone has always told him to speak up his mind, especially Rook. "Well, it has been a while. If you don't mind..." "Why would I? It's about your comfort." Lysander nodded, then hopped down from the windowsill where he was posed on for the last half an hour. When Rook had first asked Lysander to pose for a paining, he was hesitant. Surely, there were far better subjects. Vil, for example. Vil looked like somebody who was just born to be painted. Somebody like Lysander, pale and washed out and a little bit sad, couldn't be the most exciting art subject. But Rook had insisted, and so Lysander had no choice but to agree. He still felt self-conscious, but at least Rook was being nice about it (not that he had ever expected otherwise). "Can I see?" he asked, a bit pointless, since he was already climbing into Rook's lap. "Oh! There's no way I look like that!" The painting was still far from done, but Lysander could already tell that it was going to turn out absolutely stunning. That part wasn't surprising ― he had seen Rook's work before, he knew well what his boyfriend was capable of. The surprising part was that, well... Somehow, Rook had made Lysander's face look interesting. With bright eyes and lips like sweet, summer raspberries. "But of course you do!" Rook wrapped his arms around Lysander's waist, pulling him closer, and put his chin on Lysander's shoulder. Oh. Alright. That was nice. Lysander could definitely stay like that. "You're the most radiant being in this universe. Haven't I told you that before? Or shall I tell it to you all over again?" Lysander blushed. "It's fine!" He didn't think he could survive his boyfriend fawning all over him in this exact moment. "It's just- I don't think I ever actually look so... happy." "Ah, yes, you do carry a certain air of melancholy with you. But it hasn't escaped my notice that it lessens when you're by my side." Was it really true? Lysander himself had never noticed. Well. It would make sense, he did feel less despair when they were together. "And I so do like seeing your smile. It's about, hm, the second-best thing you can do with your lips." Lysander bit down laughter. "And what's the first?" he asked, turning around. "Let's see-"

Rook caught his chin and pulled him closer into a kiss. It wasn't the most comfortable of angles, but they could make it work.

[tyrianludaship]

Pov: demo looking at you :)

Awww he looks so cute in lil pootis I wanna smooch him so badly

POV: me looking at demo :]

[anantaru]

omg i love u hi

i love u so much more

[natsudragneelgf]

i ccould recognize you by your pray j*hnny d*pp dies reblog alone.........

which is all I can hope for in life <3

ALSO thank you Tahlia @fridgebride for making the post to begin with! when he finally kicks it we'll be able to say we joined hands and helped 🥳

[apparently-artless]

ARTTTTTTT THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU !!!!!!!! you did such an amazing job im in love with ur work thank u<33333

aww thank you for the message!! i already saw your tags on your reblog but you still went out of your way to send this. you're so sweet! anyway, i'm happy that you love the icons i made. i was also surprised with the other reblogs including comments complimenting the colors. (๑>◡<๑) there are a few things I've been changing in my icons and i thought i could try it out more on hoshina's set and wow it worked! at least in my opinion. XD

i couldn't really make the method apparent on my gif sets but I thought at least with icons, I can go a bit wilder even if it looks straining to the eyes. i was thinking that maybe if it's an icon (which is typically viewed on a smaller scale most of the time), i can put more colors and vibrancy. this has been a wonderful experience for me so thank you as well for sending the request! i might do this more on future icons i will be making. (≧◡≦) ♡

[insane-in-the-membranee]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart

Aap bohot pyari ho ji ❤☺

Thank youuuu😭❣️❣️ aap toh aur bhi zyada pyaare ho jii🥺💕💕💕💕

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

🍓 you know i gotta<3

Omg you are like one of THE kindest and most supportive people I know! Super cool and you do so much!! How?!?! Defo admire you fam 💛✨

Also a fellow Rebecca fan for its various adaptations (the ones that matter, at least) and you own a cute kitty cat, so naturally you get some brownie points hehe xo

@mutuals send me a 🍓 and i'll compliment u!

[miramizar]

MIRI I LOVE UR SEHUN EDIT ITS SO PRETTY 🩷

ahfbdsfbsdf I really wasn't prepared to get an ask about my moodboard but it made me very very happy (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)💗 Thank you!!! I had fun making it and knowing that someone finds it pretty means so much~

[aaronstveit]

cardigan and cornelia street. 🎵

cardigan

'cause i knew you, steppin on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain, i / i knew you, tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy

cornelia street

barefoot in the kitchen, sacred new beginnings, that became my religion, listen

send me a taylor swift song and i'll respond with my favorite lyric!

[offorestsongs]

Sliverflame please 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️(Hello Hello Algy)

🫣: Who stumbled the most with their feelings around the other? How much did the other person notice?

hiiii <33 thank you sm, i'll gladly deliver some silverflame 💞

🫣: Who stumbled the most with their feelings around the other? How much did the other person notice?

Józia tried to pretend very hard to repress her feelings... without much success. she can be a pretty good actress, but even she has her limits. and apparently her limit is just handsome boys who are nice to her 😔 if Silver noticed her acting weird, he didn't think much of it; he thought she's just kind of Like That fjgjkjg

(ask game)

[yoimix]

𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 | 𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦

series: yoimix christmas event !! (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)

pairing: alhaitham x reader

synopsis: if christmas is the season of giving, then you’re giving up on both alhaitham’s ability to play nice, and your teetering love life.

prompt: decorating the tree + mutual pining + modern au

genre: fluff, e2l

wc: 2.8k

warnings: language, this is just 90% bickering 

a/n: holy shit i got derailed from the schedule but i finally decorated the tree with my family (and attempted fixing the busted christmas lights) so merry christmas, my sunshines!! hope you have a lovely time and a wonderful year ahead ❣️

Alhaitham is a man of many talents.

Choosing Christmas ornaments is not one of them. You’re not sure if it’s because he’s aesthetically impaired or if he genuinely never decorated a tree before—but shopping with him has been one hell of a nightmare. It’s a shame he’s been selected as the one to host this year’s Christmas party. Lucky for him, the good samaritan in you decided to help him out. (Even though he told you to not bother and ‘mind your own business’.)

Not because you’re regrettably in love with him.

This year, Fate decided to stitch you a get-along sweater from previous years’ antics because you’re stuck helping him. You couldn’t refuse when Nilou personally called you up to make sure the background for the Instagram posts aren’t downright grotesque (of course, she put it rather nicely but that’s what she meant). You’d take any excuse to see his handsome face and sketch a frown onto it.

“Why the fuck did you buy the yellow ones? They’re hideous!” You hold up the bells, colored a neon yellow with sparkly bits and pieces, and certainly not easy on the eyes. It’s borderline vomit-colored. You never know how he manages to pick the worst thing that has ever befallen your eyes every time.

“They were Buy 6 Get 6 free.” Alhaitham shrugs. How you wish you could knock the nonchalant look off his face. 

“You don’t go by deals when you’re decorating!” You groan, exasperated. “Now we have twelve of these ugly motherfuckers.”

“They were also the first I saw in that aisle,” he answers, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t understand why you want to spend hours and hours walking around the department store when we can get the job done in five minutes.”

“Well, you’re doing a very sloppy job, bonehead.”

“At least we could get to the decorating part thanks to my intervention.” He crosses his arms. “Otherwise, we’d still be at the mall.”

“God, you are such a—ugh! Fine, let’s get on with it.”

Alhaitham hums in agreement—of course, he never bothers to spare more words than necessary. That’s an invitation to you, though, to provoke him till you have his full attention. Call it childish but you enjoy the cracks in his solid stances.

Besides, it’s not like he cares.

What you have is not a crush anymore—it’s festered into something more vile, more self-serving, and more fun. It’s not like it was back in college, when you could quarrel to your hearts’ content over assignments and exam scores. You have adult jobs now and seeing each other is much more irregular. You never expected silence to be so full of disquiet. 

However, the Christmas reunion every year gets blood rushing to your arteries faster than you let on. There is no greater spectacle for your friends than you and Alhaitham trying to one-up each other over every little festive detail. Last year, it was a squabble over the Christmas music selection, and the year before it was about the photos not turning out quite so well (Refer: Alhaitham’s lack of aesthetic sense), and once it was even about who’s the better driver just because you decided to drive to midnight mass. Let’s not even get started on preparing Christmas dinner. At the very least, though, your friends get to enjoy extravagant gifts from your unspoken gift-giving competition. It’s not like you’ll let a man flash his dollars in your face when you earn just as much, if not more. 

This year, obviously, you need to coach him on style.

“Don’t hang that on the tree—oh Jesus, I must personally apologize to you for whatever this heathen is doing to the tree. I promise I had no part in it—”

“Will you quit babbling and try to get shit done?”

You scoff. “I’d rather swallow concrete than let you put that up. I’m trying to save all of our eyes.”

“I highly doubt you have the capability.”

Alhaitham may not be that interested in this but like hell he’d let you do better. That’s the sort of man he is.

“You narcissistic ass…” You mutter, standing on your tiptoes to hang the rest of the little gift boxes.

“My, aren’t you sweeping self-awareness under the rug today?”

“Go fuck yourself, Alhaitham.”

You can feel the smirk on his face even if you don’t look up at him. 

To be very honest, you’re quite comfortable with how it is. Any step further, and you’ll be falling and scraping your knees; any larger distance and you’ll be bored out of your mind.

“Not that.”

You pull Alhaitham back by his sweater, somehow uglier than yours when you’ve been winning ugly sweater competitions since age eight. Seriously, whatever Eldritch horror rendition of a llama is on his sweater freaks you out. Apparently his niece stitched it herself so you’ll cut him some slack. It’s rather sweet of him, even.

“If not these, then what?” Alhaitham sighs, holding back the little neon murderers of the Christmas spirit. “Do you want to leave half the tree plain?”

“Obviously not, idiot. I’ll fashion some dice into ornaments. Ooh, maybe I can wrap some fruits in aluminum foil and hang them. I’ll paint.”

“What a nuisance,” he mutters, eyelids lowered. You swear it’s your lips he’s staring at but that can’t be possible.

It must be a trick of the light. You look away, shifting your focus to the leftover fairy lights. 

“And- and I have ribbons,” you continue, pretending you never noticed. “There’s also some Kalpalata lotuses we could stick in the branches. That’d be pretty, right?”

“Mhm, yes. Very unique.”

Your eyebrows travel halfway to your hairline. Alhaitham furrows his brows at your stunned silence, unsure of what caused the reaction.

“That’s the first time you’ve complimented me.”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

Alhaitham’s serious response to your rivalry used to be your best validation. It’s not like you mind the occasional nice words though.

“Ooh, that makes me crave it more,” you tease, elbowing him as he purposely avoids your gaze.

“You get older but never wiser, do you?” He grumbles. 

“Then, O Great Sage, what is your wisdom tonight?”

Alhaitham turns to you sharply, leaning in just enough to make your breath hitch in your throat. You can’t even take a step back for fear of the tree toppling. It seems he’s effectively grounded you. The lack of distance, however, does not fall inside your comfort zone. Is it terrible that you can’t stop staring? Everything about him is so annoyingly attractive, from the high cheekbones to the perfectly carved lips. 

“I know you enjoy pushing my buttons,” he speaks by your ear, voice low. “And efficiency is not a key you’ve ever held. But let’s try, hm?”

You’re only cheeky out of habit. “Do you like watching me squirm? Pervert.”

Alhaitham breathes out, clearly accepting his defeat. “It’s five already. Everyone arrives in two hours.”

You shrug. “We’re pretty much done, aren’t we? Unless you want me put in an ice rink and a cocktail bar too, your highness.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. You’re starting to miss the biting retorts. “Did you check the lights like I asked you to?”

“Oh shit.”

The Christmas lights are at least eight feet long and you have no idea why he has these. This man does not look like he feels any emotion from fairy lights. They’re braided every five light bulbs, and much to your and Alhaitham’s chagrin, they flicker and die midway. They are pretty though, emanatinga. warm golden glow. Very  

“God, I could be out partying right now,” you groan. “Why did I sign up for this?”

“That sounds like a plan. Please do me a favor and go partying.” Alhaitham takes the plug out of the socket, sighing. You press your lips into a thin line and snatch the plug, testing out the wiring. It’s just a little puzzle to solve. You’ve dealt with enough home electricals in your life. You can’t say the same for Mr Paper-for-brains.

“Despite your looks, you’re somehow the nerdiest loser I’ve ever met.” You huff, taking out each bulb and placing bits of aluminum foil to ensure the connections.

“What, because I don’t spend my Friday evenings inebriated?”

“Alcohol could do you some good, actually.”

He meets your retort with a sigh and you take it as a victory. You’re not some child throwing a tantrum that willful ignorance of your actions will get you to feel remorse. 

“It’s already sunset.” Alhaitham clicks his tongue. “The clock’s ticking and you still haven’t rid your habit of messing around with every little thing you see.”

“I’m not messing around! I just wanna solve it like a puzzle.”

“We could just buy new ones,” he states, a deadpan stare directed at you.

“...Or we could do that.” You turn away, breaking eye contact. “But seriously, don’t you find joy in solving some problems the hard way? Like, you wouldn’t set fire to a puzzle as an attempt to solve it.”

Alhaitham pauses, lips parted slightly but he can’t come up with a retort. He’s probably just amazed at your exceptionally stupid example. Even if that was your attempt to salvage your ego, you’re not entirely lying. You wouldn’t be here right now if you didn’t have the tendency to take longer, more troublesome, and more scenic routes. Your original sin is never letting go.

“Cat got your tongue?” You offer him a sarcastic smile. “I know it’s not the same—”

“The way you think is quite fascinating,” he says quietly. “I don’t understand—I’m drawn to it.”

You swallow your own words. Out of all the possible sentences that could’ve come out of his mouth, that wasn’t the one you were expecting.

“You’re creative,” he hums, tapping his fingers against the couch headrest idly. “And you’re strange.”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you.”

For the first time this evening, Alhaitham laughs. It’s dry, but it’s a deep sound nonetheless. You can’t take your eyes off him.

“Somehow, I can never understand you,” he responds, leaning back against the wall. “Maybe I never will. You piss me off.”

You let go of the lights and move to sit on the couch arm, looking up at him with a wondrous smile.

“And yet, you always stare at my lips. Are you so eager for the profanities that leave them?”

“I do not.”

A subtle snarl twists his lips. 

“Oh? You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

“Do I now?”

His voice is raised, and he’s no longer leaning against the wall. This is getting exciting. You’d do anything to keep his eyes on you.

“Yes, and you can’t stand it,” you state your theory, even if you don’t believe in it. There are limits to the lengths you’ll go, but you haven’t reached there yet.

Alhaitham knits his brows, clearly soured with the exchange by now with his tense shoulders and deep frown. You quite like that look on him. Especially when he looks at you like that at this proximity. It’s an honor to rile up the Alhaitham, infamous throughout your academic life. You’re not so bad yourself.

You blow a raspberry at him. “Do it, coward. Kiss me.” 

“You know what? Fucking gladly.”

Before you can process it, a soft pair of lips push against yours, while his hands hold you by the waist to keep you in place. You give in for a flash of a second, before you pull away with a gasp. That was not good for your heart. However, you’re not the only one in dire conditions. 

Alhaitham is a sight to behold. His face is the color of ripe Henna berries—you’re not sure if it’s from the kiss or the fact that he’s still pissed off at you. You reach out to press your palm against his cheek, the gesture softening his gaze ever so slightly.

This time, you tug him in, the kiss hesitant at first before the two of you ease into it. When your noses bump, you hold back a giggle and you can feel him smile against your lips. Oh, you’ve never seen all these hues and shades before. You pull away, and he nearly chases your lips before his ego yanks him back by the collar.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” You smirk.

“Not a chance.”

“Then look me in the eyes.”

Alhaitham meets your gaze with no protest whatsoever, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Even in defeat, he manages to look like the arrogant bastard he is.

“Lying doesn’t suit you, sweetheart,” you tut.

Alhaitham raises an eyebrow.

“Tell me again, what you said to me at graduation.”

“What did I say?” You feign ignorance. At the time, it seemed like an appropriate response to him holding up his 4.0 over your 3.95. The goal was never just summa cum laude.

“That you hate me,” he answers, pulling you closer and closer till his mouth hovers above yours. “Tell me you hate me and call me a liar once more. I dare you.”

“I hate you,” you breathe against his lips, “I hate you so much.”

“Liar.” The smile against your lips is sweeter than holiday season. In fact, it might even be comparable to your rich chocolate cookies in ecstasy. 

You pull away with a teasing smile. “Have you been thinking I hate you for all these years?”

Alhaitham rolls his eyes to the side, completely ignoring your remark.

“You like me, don’t you?” Your smile grows wider, a sudden rush of schoolgirl infatuation filling you. 

“How in the ever loving fuck did you come to that conclusion?”

The sarcasm drips like honey off his voice. As if you couldn’t fall any further.

“Maybe you should kiss me again, so I can gather more evidence for a stronger conclusion. I wouldn’t go wrong with my hypothesis.” You lean in, grinning as brightly as the stars in the sky.

He hums, fighting back a smile. “Well, I do support the scientific method.” 

“Okay, so whatever feud you’re having, I’m on (name)’s side—oh.”

Kaveh freezes at the doorway. Surely, the one image he never would’ve conjured up in his head was that of you sitting on the floor between Alhaitham’s legs, his arms wrapped around your waist as you sort through your Christmas cards. And the two of you are laughing. Is that not cause for concern? 

“You know, when people are built like a coconut tree, they shouldn’t be standing in front of doors—oh.”

Cyno is your next victim, and his jaw drops less conspicuously than Kaveh’s does but it surprises him nonetheless. He swears on his gold star espeon card that he’d sooner expect Alhaitham to drop dead than admit his crush on you. No, even if he got over his emotional constipation, Cyno didn’t think you’d be at peace without pressing something to his throat. It truly is a Christmas miracle.

“Boys, can we not clog the doorway?” Dehya groans. “I get that this is the first time you knuckleheads have ever sensed emotion, but we saw this coming a mile away.”

“Oh, don’t be mean, Dehya,” Dunyarzad pokes Dehya’s side, causing the latter to giggle and wrap her arm around Dunyarzad’s waist. “Besides, you went into shock too when I suggested they might have a thing for each other.”

Dehya opens her mouth and closes it again. “You got me there.”

“Alright now, everyone,” Nilou stands on her tiptoes to peek over Kaveh and Dehya’s shoulders. “I set them up and I can’t see the fruit of my efforts.”

“You did what?!” You yell, getting pulled down by Alhaitham when you try to get up. Shooting him a glare, you get comfortable anyway.

“Oh, now you hear me.” 

You try your best to not look offended. Alhaitham tilts his head to the side, an eyebrow raised in curiosity towards the information Nilou just dropped. There’s no schemes without him.

“You just needed an excuse and I knew—”

“Nilou, please stop talking, I’ll buy you more shiba inu figurines.”

“No bribe can—”

“Broadway tickets.”

Nilou makes a gesture of zipping her lips. “My lips are sealed, your highness.”

Alhaitham sighs, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You do know that I’m aware of your advances? You’re not very subtle.”

Your jaw drops, offended. “I thought I was being sexy and flirty and mysterious.”

“You were literally none of those. All you did was drive me up a wall.”

“But did that work?”

“Yes.”

Kaveh makes a gagging sound. “If you guys start making out during Nightmare before Christmas, I will vomit all over you.”

“Did you pay rent or are you going to dirty someone else’s living room?” Alhaitham asks.

Kaveh looks away, whistling a note. It elicits a wave of laughter, and like dominoes, Christmas eve is set into motion. The presents line the base of the tree, the lights have been dimmed till only the fairy lights shine, and Alhaitham has started the hallmark movie after much grumbling. 

Maybe the Christmas spirit has some meaning after all; and you could debate this with your boyfriend, but it is the most wonderful time of the year to celebrate anniversaries.

[vivwritesfics]

Weird question but you seem to have some mutual that you keep mentioning

This might seem mean

But do you got a fave?

I am legit just curious 😅❣️

If you don't feel comfortable answering that is totally fine

i have two faves

[anantaru]

new yoru pfp so true

gotta change every 300 years for good measure

[lovelykhaleesiii]

doubt anyone will see or read this but if you do, thank you x

I want to be honest with you all, I’m really struggling to feel happy anymore. I’ve never been one to talk about my feelings easily or openly (for various reasons) but just to cut it short, I’m not feeling 100% anymore about my place in the fandom recently.

I don’t want to say I’ve been alienated but more so lonely. and I see the incredible (and so deserving) love and support my mutuals get, but can’t help but think maybe I’m doing something wrong? perhaps I am the problem. I have flaws I know I am not perfect. but I am trying. I tend to overthink which doesn’t help either but oh well, nothing new.

on top of some personal shit, and having to take on some major responsibilities, I just feel down and out. I’ll find my feet I know I will, but for now, I’m just miserable.

so forgive me, if I am not as interactive and vocal as much. I just intend to write, publish, reblog and answer direct asks. I will try to continue to show support to other writers/artists for I feel like the fandom isn’t as active (or maybe just on my end) and I would hate to think anyone else feels the same way.

I have always tried to make my blog a safe and happy place, whether I’ve done that or not is up for question. there is no judgement here.

to my incredible friends that check up & talk to me quite literally day to day, you are so amazing you have no idea. for those that check from time to time, I appreciate you just as much (for I know how life can get in the way, and do not blame you). For the people that interact with my fics and take the time to read, reblog and comment, you are also wonderful, you have no idea. it’s just the small things that are above and beyond for me.

love love love you all, sending my love to wherever you are ❣️✨

[rosietrace]

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「 Off Kilter 」 • Lancelot & Marina | @/starry-night-rose

↳ “He’s my lovin’ one man show.” | Let's hear it for the boy, Deniece Williams

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↳ The realm of self indulgence /j

「 “Princess” 」 • Ellis & Davis | @/starry-night-rose

↳ “You’re Too Sweet for me.” | Too Sweet, Hozier

「 You & I ≠ Always 」 • Yuuta & “Rei-rei” | @/jasdiary ✦

↳ “You and I will always be back then.” | Time Adventure, Rebecca Sugar

「 Target Acquired 」 • Mitch & Camilla | @/authoruio ✧

↳ “‘Cause here isn't where I wanna be.” | R U Mine?, The Arctic Monkeys

「 Gentle Sinner 」 • Noriko & Victoria | @/terrovaniadorm / @/hallowed-delights

↳ “Good God, let me give you my life.” | Take me to Church, Hozier

↳ Slight follow-up to 「 Target Acquired 」

「 Three Roses 」 • Maria & Lance | @/jasdiary

↳ “Nothing in the world is mine for free, but…” | My love mine all mine, Mitski

「 Perfectionist 」 • Lucero & Elaine | @/revivemyreverie / @/revollutionary

↳ “Don’t go wasting your emotions…” | Lay all Your love on Me, ABBA

「 Mystery Maiden 」 • Ernest & Lizzie | @/starry-night-rose

↳ “I sense there's something in the wind…” | Sally's song, The Nightmare before Christmas

「 Jewel 」 • Davis & Ellis | @/starry-night-rose

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