#obiwan is tired

[spacewombatty]

ok but listen. i know hes too stubborn and independent as a knight but im a SUCKER for 19 yr. old padawan anakin who’s entirely devoted to his master. obiwan who can do no wrong, he wants to level mountains for this man, he’ll follow his every order sloppily but he’ll do it with enthusiasm. i just love enthusiastic obsessed anakin and strict but doting obiwan. LIKE in so many ways, he’s practicing his forms in a class and obiwan publicly keeps reprimanding him, keeps correcting and is strict on him and when anakin gets frustrated and says his master is biased and only hard on him, obiwan says its because he’s the only one in the room worth paying any attention to. obiwan giving anakin strict orders on how to take him, and anakin is so good at following them until his master edges him for so long that he completely snaps and takes him hard and fast and sloppy and obiwan WANTS to be mad but he just cant be. anakin apologizes profusely after but obiwan is too sore to move.

[jockbots]

u think obi wan ever tried to use the force to quietly get his lightsaber off cody's belt

ended up tugging cody along with it and my guy is like mid convo with another vod trying not to feel some type of way abt obi tugging at his belt

[i-m-art-ix]

Obi-wan: Let me see what you have there 9 year old Anakin: A KNIFE Obi-wan: NO

[tennessoui]

FULLY agree with the daddy/clown thing. Every time I see an author put Anakin in the Top Only box because of "Vader energy" and BoTtoM aNaKIn is BoRInG I want to scream. The man is DESPERATE for a gentle Dom and yet people keep forcing him to fuck nasty when all he wants is a cuddle

(Fully on board with top anakin BTW but I believe in switch supremacy with a 60/40 in favor of bottom anakin)

i think my takeaway opinion of that post is really just what I put in the last tag I made aka something like “maybe neither of them is daddy dom maybe they’re just clowns helping put each other’s make up on”

i definitely go through phases of interest and preferences when it comes to this ship and I think if I didn’t I genuinely wouldn’t still be here after almost three years because of how my brain works with things I’m interested in and right now I’m just in a phase where I’m just. so tired. of the focus on d/s as a core and universal element of obikin. I think obi-wan in canon would be a shit gentle dom. dom in general. I think anakin would be too, and they’d both be shit subs. It’s gotten to the point where something with my brain right now is just going ❌❌ whenever I even see those words.

they can just fuck. they can fuck nasty and fuck up their relationship and even fuck up the galaxy and not have anyone be a gentle dom. or anyone be experiencing subdrop or be a needy sub or whatever. he can cuddle without it being a part of aftercare. people who are not in relationships that have a d/s dynamic cuddle too and i know that’s something we do understand but it’s not something I’ve seen a lot of lately and I genuinely miss it

[skeletons-eat]

Detwinkifie the white man in most of your interracial gay ships, we say in union.

Stop the victim complex in the white (male) characters you write about/ draw, we say in union.

Stop babying adults (especially white men) who should and do know better.

[sendpseuds]

Go Fuck Yourself Obi-Wan

CHAPTER 3: Anakin

When a strange artifact brings a twenty-three-year-old Padawan Kenobi to a Jedi temple fifteen years in the future, the council decides the best person to keep the troublesome young man contained is Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi himself.

As you can imagine, this is all very confusing for poor Anakin...

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[3/4]

[clonegirlie]

Cody: General, is everything alright?

Obi-Wan: It’s been a while since Anakin has blown something up, I wonder what he is up to

Cody: Right… It’ll be better if you don’t go into the warehouse

[cross-d-a]

I am….SO tired of “Qui-Gon is the uncaring selfish master” fic trend like……come up with something original. Make it nuanced. Stop with the black and white shit I am BEGGING. Not like I don’t adore the Jedi apprentice series bc I very VERY much do but jfc the Qui-gon bashing train is So Old. Pick something else. Just leaves a sour taste in my mouth at this point *BIG SIGH like if you’re gonna go that route make him actually LEARN from his mistakes. Miscommunication doesn’t make a villain, either. No one’s perfect and it’s absolutely uninteresting if you stick him in this solely negative role like Damn.

[theratratatouille]

me : okay im finally gonna write seriously I have ideas I have a plan I have tea I am determined

also me : proceed to stare at the ceeling for hours instead of sleeping and then cry

[claudysummer]

Anakin voice, whispering in the wind: Kinda serves you right for throwing me into a lava river

I love watching the pure amount of disgust on obi-wan’s face when he sees tatooine in TPM 

like bro you are literally going to spend over a third of your natural life on this dustball, get used to it

hahahaha i made myself sad

[adragonsfriend]

I was reading the Attack of the Clone's script for *research* purposes, and it's been a while since I've seen the full movie but:

OBI-WAN: You look tired. ANAKIN: I don't sleep well, anymore. OBI-WAN: Because of your mother? ANAKIN: I don't know why I keep dreaming About her now. I haven't seen her since I was little. OBI-WAN: Dreams pass in time. ANAKIN: I'd rather dream of Padmé. Just Being around her again is... intoxicating. OBI-WAN: Mind your thoughts, Anakin, they betray you. You've made a commitment to the Jedi order... a commitment not easily broken... and don't forget she's a politician. They're not to be trusted.

Literally I will never be able to take the "Obi-Wan is so mean he didn't let Anakin go find his mother" argument seriously ever again. On a purely factual level, there's not a single indication Anakin told Obi-Wan his dreams showed him his mother was in danger or that he thought they were dreams from the Force. Anakin says himself that he doesn't know why he's dreaming of her, which makes Obiwan's "Dreams pass in time," so incredibly reasonable.

Wait wait wait let me update the language to the *pretentious voice* modern parlance. It'll be like a Shakespere "translation." Here we go:

Obi-Wan: you look tired Anakin: I haven't been sleeping well Obi-Wan: Cuz of your dreams? Anakin: Yeah I've been randomly having dreams about my mom all of a sudden. Obi-Wan: They'll probably go away if you wait a bit. Brains are weird like that sometimes. …

The only evidence Obi-Wan might have to the danger point is that the dreams are disrupting Anakin's sleep. But Obiwan is the one to bring up the dreams, in context of them disrupting Anakin's sleep. If Anakin was looking for an opening, that was it.

But way more importantly to me currently is the fact that Anakin transitions out of talking about his mother by going "I'd rather dream of Padmé. Just Being around her again is... intoxicating."

Wtf anakin??? Who says that??? Let alone to their brother-dad???

He seriously goes from talking about his dreams of his mother to how his crush that he's known for a couple days total at this point is really hot, and people expect me to believe that Obi-Wan was supposed to divine from this conversation that they needed to immediately run halfway across the galaxy to prevent imminent disaster?????

Let me continue my translation:

… Anakin: I'd rather dream about having sex with Padmé. She's so hot and pretty and nice Obi-Wan: Anakin remember how the beliefs you've been committed to for the past ten years are maybe important to you? Also politicians are generally corrupt, we eat the rich in this household.

This is a fanfic type miscommunication plot at best, except for some reason people act like Anakin isn't being about as clear as mud.

[ineffablejaymee]

anakin bitching about how insufferable cody and obiwan are, like who do they think they are fooling, and yet they seem so smug about it, do they think they are being subtle??

and rex is sitting there, and goes "oh my god is that padme" in the most dead, tired voice, not even trying to sound believable

anakin immediately jumps to his feet like an overexited puppy, and starts looking for her literally star-eyed

[padawansuggest]

I love all your little quotes and such for obi-wan. But I especially love the ones with eldritch spooky baby obiwan telling a very tired and ready to deal with it knight windu a very haunting vision. ♥️♥️

Thank you. Obi-Wan is just a Little Guy who’s made of cosmic energy and would like to tell you about his latest dream it wasn’t that bad this time he promises 🥺🥺🥺

But also I think that would be the funniest fix it AU ever because Obi-Wan would get a fucked up vision and immediately go tell nice knight Windu (who likes to give him nice cheek nuzzles and tried to sell him to a padawan once) who is all ‘wow. The shatterpoints say that one’s real and I think I know how to sidestep it’ because their visions fit together in the most fucked up perfect way ever 🥰🥰

Also I just want tiny baby-Wan to track Mace down like the ghosts in the Shining or something with the sole purpose of telling him something messed up. It would be 7x as funny if Mace brought him to the temple to begin with cause he’ll spend every moment in the cursed baby’s presence like ‘ughhhhh’ but then Obi-Wan grows up and Mace is all ‘anyone wanna see this baby book of Obi-Wan that I put together? It’s also got some of his worst prophecies in it’ ‘don’t you mean first?’ ‘Nah these ones are his worst. Don’t touch them unless you wanna feel like someone just walked over your grave.’

Anyways. Cody and Anakin are about to gather up funds from Padme to try and buy the baby book they are obsessed they need it Right This Second.

Mace: *sees toddler wan* ew. It’s got fleas. I watched him bite Master Krell to the bone once. He’s probably diseased.

Mace: *sees adult Kenobi* He’s perfect. I would kill any of you for him. He’s my actual infant son. He’s just a Little Guy.

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Tomorrow

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Pairing: Obiwan x you

Content: Sleepy Obiwan beckons you to join him.

Warnings: none

Word count: 850

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“Love.”, he calls for you but it sounds like a gentle cry as he emerges by the doorway to your kitchen. You can see him in your peripheral vision but the fresh batch of cookies you made demanded your attention.

It isn’t easy running a bakery on Coruscant when you cater to the elite. Everything needs to be perfect and so trialing out new recipes meant late nights of burnt batches or a messy kitchen. But your Jedi husband now stands leaning on the doorway with his arms folded and a blanket wrapped around him.

The oven had managed to keep the area around you warm, but the nights on this lustrous planet were too cold to walk around without a woolen cover.

You check the colour. Golden brown. Perfect.

The smell. Divine.

You break one and pop the piece into your mouth. The flavour, the ingredients you had chosen worked well together. Outstanding.

A proud smile worked it’s way across your face even as you tried to hide it. This was going to be another best seller. You dust your hands and your mind now jumped onto the next task. The icing and decoration. But as you turned to get something, Obiwan had made his way towards you.

“New batch. New recipe.”, you still hadn't figured out why he was here but you always loved to share the first of your creations with him.

You held a small broken cookie piece near his mouth and he ate it. His hand reaching up to hold yours as you waited for his reaction. His eyes found yours as he chewed slowly. Elegant as always, but as you stood there, he looped his hand behind your waist and drew you closer.

“Another bestseller.”, he smiled with approval and it made you beam with the happiness of satisfaction.

“Now, come to sleep.”, he mumbled against your lips as he kissed you, the taste of fresh butter from his lips made it difficult to resist his request.

“Yes, in a while, the icing – you start to say but forget the rest as he held you and the comfort of his warmth soaked into your body.

In all the madness to perfect this batch, you had actually forgotten to realize how tired you were.

His locks were set free from the combed back mullet he sported during the day and his beard had caused a faint burn against your skin. His Jedi robes were no where to be seen as he leaned away. His skin gleaming a soft sunkissed glow under the warm lighting, his soft linen pants made it certain that he was done with business and now yearned for your company, lastly his sleepy eyes made you reconsider the icing project.

“I am feeling a bit tired. But I do have to close up the station before I can join you.”, you sigh as you look around the kitchen island and the counter top, full of pot and pans.

But he chuckled as though he was bemused, he didn’t let you go, instead leaned in to kiss the side of your neck under your ear as he whispered, “You often forget I’m a Jedi, darling.”

And as he said it, he used the force to move the icing bowls together, place the lids back on opened vessels and within seconds everything was sorted. You smiled, allowing yourself to sink into his arms.

“I thought that was why you liked me.”, you fought a yawn as you turned to him.

“One of the many reasons why I fell in love with you.”, he replied as he opened up his blanket wrap for you to join in.

“Ah. What are the other reasons?”, you ask as you wrap an arm around his bare waist and as you covered yourself under his blanket.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”, he kissed your forehead as you walked along with him down the dark corridor towards your bedroom.

You put away your jewelry while he got comfortable on his side of the bed and when you took longer to brush your hair, he groaned impatiently as he called your name.

All you could do was laugh in response to his needy pleas and playful jests as you got beneath the covers and fell back onto the pillows next to him.

“I’m here. I’m here.”, you pacify his as you smiled to look at the deep blue of his eyes.

“Took you long enough.”, he frowned innocently.

“Even Grievous doesn’t keep me waiting for that long in the battlefield.”, he mumbled again as he wrapped his arms around you not desiring to wait any longer. You gasp to his statement when he finally rests with his head tucked under your neck as your fingers stroked his hair.

“You take that back.”, you whisper.

“No.”, he speaks into your skin.

“Fine, then I’ll go back downstairs to finish up my icings then.”, you say in mock protest which makes him hold you tighter and nuzzle closer.

“No.”, he says softly.

“Stay with me.”, he says it like it was his only wish and you knew in your heart you could never put work above him.

So you let your hands dip further as you traced the rise and fall of the muscles on his back and before you knew it, under the warmth of the blankets and in the peace of being with each other. Sleep had found you both.

[thatbxolivia]

nightmares

daddy!anakin x little!reader blurb

summary-you have nightmares and confide in your daddy for comfort

anakin had enough of your attitude. you were such a good girl all day, then bedtime came and you were being awful. you were kicking, kept getting out of bed, and would not stop whining and calling out.

at first, he indulged you. he figured you were just being a little more needy today, which he’s always told you was fine. he’s glad to give attention whenever you need it. but when it progressed to tantrums and kicking, you had crossed a line. but he didn’t want to punish you, he wanted to talk this out. he had a sneaking suspicion something was causing your outburst, and just putting you in timeout or a spanking wouldn’t solve the problem, it may even make it worse. and for what was about the seventh time that night, he heard your whining coming from your room. he stood up straight and fixed his shirt, making his way to you. he opened your door and took in the sight before him- cover strewn every which way, you in the middle with tears, and the room just a total mess.

“what’s gotten into you?” your daddy asked, crossing his arms. you’d definitely be cleaning this up in the morning.

“don’t wanna be alone!” you cried. “i’m not going to bed!”

“it’s almost midnight,” he said, rubbing his eyes. he was getting tired himself. “please tell me what this is about? you never act like this unless something is really bothering you.”

“so many bad dreams, daddy…” you trailed off. you sobbed, holding your head in your hands. you felt the bed sink next to you and looked up at your daddy. his face softened and he spoke just above a whisper.

“tell me about the bad dreams, baby.” he said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “i want to know. i want to help.”

“you- you- you die.” you cried again. “obiwan kills you. it’s the same every time!” you sobbed. “there’s so much fire, daddy, its awful.” anakin winced at your words- obiwan? killing him? death by fire? why?

“oh my god. that’s too grim for a baby, you poor thing. that would upset me, too. i’m sorry i didn’t listen to you at first.” he said, pulling you in for a hug. “it’s the movie we watched, someone died in the fire, remember?” he asked you, not fully convinced himself but not wanting you to worry.

“you’re right, daddy.” you said, wiping your eyes. daddy was right, it was just a dream and you had no reason to be afraid.

“obiwan loves us both very much. he wouldn’t ever hurt anyone, especially not us.” daddy told you reassuringly. he began to rub your back and you sighed, coming down from your freak out. “why don’t you sleep with me tonight? no bad dreams will get you when i’m there.” he suggested. you nodded and held your hands above your head, silently asking to be picked up. daddy carried you to his room, tucking you in and getting beside you. you fell asleep rather quickly, but anakin was awake and stirring in his thoughts.

would obiwan really kill him? was he destined to die? would he leave you all alone?

these were the thoughts swirling in his mind and he couldn’t get them out. it wasn’t until he fell asleep that they were able to stop as he fell into a dreamless sleep.

[xxladyballadxx]

Colliding Memories

Clive Rosfield x *Brainwashed* reader (Angst)

Summary: You were about finish off the vulnerable Clive Rosfield, until your head began to hurt and your memories of him started to appear.

Clive Rosfield gif credits: @obiwaned

(Note: Just a heads up, this has nothing to do with the events from the game.)

“(Y/N)! Snap out of it!” Clive parried your attack, he tried to pin you down to the ground so he could face you properly and talk his way into you. You teleported behind him and blasted him away in the distance using the magic of wind. Clive grunted, his body slammed by the wall. You smirked in return, watching him suffer. “Pathetic…” 

The King of Waloed seemed to enjoy the performance. Until he grew tired of just standing and watching, Barnabas then joins in the fight and gets surprised by Clive’s attack which he manages to evade easily. The two point their swords at each other and sounds of their blade came clashing on like a powerful storm. 

 You heard the dominant of Shiva coming your way and swung your dual blades to Jill’s rapier sword who failed to land a strike on you, “Please, (Y/n), don’t do this!” ignoring her words, you knocked the rapier off her hand and cast wind magic to blow her away. Jill fell unconscious after getting body slammed to the stonewall.  

Joshua sweeps in and fights you after gaining his strength back, “(Y/n), we’re your friends! The only friends you ever had in Rosalith!” he evaded your blows and took a step back, “I have no intention to hurt you but you leave me no choice!” He used the flames of Phoenix, aiming the shots of them towards you. You somersaulted up in the air to avoid the blast. Joshua heads in quickly and thrashes his sword against yours. 

Clive, with all his might, desperately attempted to get to you but Lord Barnabas kept getting in the way, preventing Ifrit’s dominant to save (Y/n) by saying the most utter worthless things to put in your head. 

“Do you think you can save her, Mythos?” says Barnabas, causing Clive’s anger to explode like a ticking bomb, “Your dear, sweet, little dove will never remember you. So amusing watching you say those ridiculous things to dear (Y/n) who no longer have you in her memory.” 

Clive semi-primed into Ifrit and aggressively thrashed his blade towards him. Barnabas dodges and summons his long, dark sword. Pinning the sharp surface against Clive’s Invictus sword. Barnabas plants a smirk across his face, “When this is all over, Mythos, I am going to make (Y/n) (L/n)...” his next words set Clive off, angering him more, “My Queen…the Queen of Waloed…” 

“You…YOU FUCKING DEPRAVING BASTARD!” The anger in Clive rises high, turning more violent and aggressive. Landing his fiery blows on Lord Barnabas as the King dodges them swiftly, “Yes, that’s right, Mythos! Let the rage consume you!” 

“I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!” All the rage began to take over Clive, making him more vulnerable for Barnabas to land strong attacks on him. 

The King bested Clive, watching him drop weakly to the ground. Barnabas motioned his sword to Clive’s face of defeat, pointing the tip of his blade, “Bow before your king, Clive Rosfield.” 

You grabbed the collar of unconscious Joshua’s red shirt, dragging him along as she marches over to Lord Barnabas. You dropped his unmoving body, standing with the King. “(Y/n), my soon to be queen, would you like to do the honours to finish Clive Rosfield in my stead?” 

“As you wish, Lord Barnabas.” You unsheathed one of your dual swords with Barnabas taking a step back as he watches you finish off Ifrit’s dominant. “(Y/n), please!” shouted Clive, crawling back in his weak state “(Y/n)...my love…come back to me…” 

As you were going to pierce him through the heart with your dual sword, you felt your hand on the sword’s hilt shaking for some reason. Your head began to throb, the pain growing heavier. You screamed in agony causing you to drop your dual sword as you backed away, head down with hands to the sides. “Ah! Ugh…” feeling the pain increasing, you shrieked with your eyes closed looking up to the sky of darkness. It felt more like a cry for help. You drop your head looking to the ground while suffering with headaches. 

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)?!” Clive rises up quickly to come and aid you. You pushed him away and sorrowful tears appeared in your eyes. Memories popped up in your head, there were so many of them. Sad, happy memories. Most of them…had Clive Rosfield in it. Remembering the momentous days you spent time with him. The laughs you share together, the happiness and the joy…

You started to remember something that you lost…

“(Y/n)...” Clive called out your name in a calm tone, walking up to you at a slow pace. You slowly held your head up, your eyes focused on him, “C-Clive…” 

Finally, you came back to him, “(Y/n)...” Clive swept you in his strong arms, holding you tight in an embrace, “My dear (Y/n)...I knew you were still in there.” 

You continued to have your arms wrapped around Clive, remembering the last time you embraced him. “Oh my, this is very touching.” you pulled away from your lover for a moment as Barnabas looked at both of you with a smirk, slipping out his sword, “Never thought this day would come where (Y/n) (L/n) regains her old self. Even her memories.” 

“Stay back, my love. I will deal with him.” Clive urges you to step aside, grasping the hilt of his sword and facing towards Barnabas’s direction. “Clive…” you mumbled , saying his name worryingly. You didn’t want to know what would happen next but you just envisioned it anyway. Things are about to get ugly.

“Tell me, Mythos…you think you can protect your precious dove from me?” Barnabas questioned, semi-priming into the dark eikon Odin. His voice goes demonically deep, “Do you truly believe you have all the strength to protect your precious (Y/n)?” 

Clive, once again, half transformed into his Ifrit form. The roars of the flames floating all over him, standing his ground, “I will never let you take her away from me again, Barnabas.”

“Come then, Mythos…” Barnabas raising his sword, the sharp point focusing on Clive Rosfield, “Let’s see if you have the power to defeat me.” 

And so the two raging dominants clashed on, blades clicking together as they fought like wild beasts in the fight. You just stood there, frozen. Watching them battling against each other. 

You thought Clive would win. Barnabas outsmarted him somehow, sweeping him off the ground. “Ugh!” Clive groaned, blood dripping from his mouth. “Clive!” You pulled out your dual sword and rushed to him as quickly as you could. 

“It’s over, Mythos!” Barnabas laughed devilishly, levelling his sword mid-air. Planning to kill the love of your life. “Fuck! Am I going to make it in time?!” you thought after realizing how far you are in the distance from them. 

As you watched Barnabas in panic who was about to end Clive’s life, you sped up rapidly and made it in time to kill the King. Your dual sword pierced through the chest. Barnabas spat out blood when he was stabbed by you, his hand dropping as his dark sword vanished. Transforming back to his human form. You drew your sword back, stepping away from him. A dying Barnabas twisted in your way, facing you, “Well…I never knew you had it in you…” He crept up to you in his weakened condition. “Get back, you fucking psycho!” you yelled in a threatening tone while walking a few steps back, drawing out your sword at his stone-hardened skin. Clive comes to your side, shielding you from Barnabas. 

“You have outdone yourself…(Y/n) (L/n)...” At long last, the King of Waloed is dead. His body dropped, his entire body turning to stone. You let out a sigh, throwing your sword in sorrow. Remembering the horrible things you’ve done.

“(Y/n)..” Clive comforts you, tucking you into his arms, “It’s over now, my love.” 

“You’re finally free from him, (Y/n).” A conscious Joshua finally awakened, healed enough to walk over with a small smile appearing on his face. Even Jill recovered her strength, “Welcome back to the real world, (Y/n).” happy tears forming into her eyes, she was so glad that you were back to your normal self. 

You hugged Joshua and Jill, crashing them into your arms. Being careful not to squeeze them too tight since they’re still slightly injured. “I’m so sorry…” your voice lowered, tears falling down onto your face. 

“It’s okay, (Y/n).” Joshua reassured you. 

“It wasn’t you, (Y/n). We both know that it wasn’t you.” Jill spoke in a comforting manner. 

You returned to Clive as the two of you nuzzled up to each other, “I miss you, my darling. Thought I would never see you again.” Thinking you were never coming back to him. If you didn’t, he would still be in a very dark place. “I’m here, Clive…Never forget that I will always come back to you..” 

Clive moved in closer to kiss you, your eyes shut tight falling into the moment where you circle your arms around him. Jill smiled warmly, seeing the two lovers reunited at last. Joshua chuckled nervously, knowing this was bound to happen. He cleared his throat, gaining the attention from you and Clive, “We should head back to the hideaway and inform the others about what happened here.” 

Jill added, “And let’s not forget to tell them that we have (Y/n) back with us. Our long lost dear friend of ours.” 

Clive nodded, agreeing with them. He held your hand into his, tightly so he never lets go. His blue eyes shining up on you, “Ready to head home with us, my darling?” 

You chuckled, smiling sweetly at your lover, “Let’s get the hell out of this miserable place.” 

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(A/n) - Truly sorry for not writing him for A VERY LONG TIME! I hope you all enjoy reading it! UNTIL NEXT TIME ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ઇଓ

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