#once again I drew this with office supplies on scrap paper at work

[sugar-stories]

Last time I drew f!Robin so now I gotta do one with m!Robin so that balance can be restored to the universe

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 571, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1140

“Hello- oh my goodness! Sweet babies!”

I giggled as the costumes director cooed over Baby Jojo and Baby Mattie, both babies in my arms as the feasted on a fresh supply of mommy milk.

“I’m so happy you think so!” I told her with a pleasant scrunch up of my befreckled face. “Their daddy has the other triplet and their big sister!”

“Triplets? Oh my goodness- you must be busy!”

“Always!” I grinned, handing over Baby Jojo as the costume director made grabby hands towards the babies. Baby Jojo let out an impressive burp without needing to have her back patted.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

“Like at the Ratajczyk household is never truly dull,” I hummed, setting Baby Mattie up over my shoulder to ease a burp out from the tiny little man.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

“Atta boy,” I chuckled as I sat him down into my lap for a moment while I righted myself once more.

“Ah, a good mama’s work never ends! How often do you pump?”

“Once every four to six hours, but Peter and I oftentimes need to sneak formula into the babies’ diets, as how I do not pump nearly enough milk for the four of them!” I told the costume director, accepting a happily bubbling Baby Jojo back and settling her back into me.

“Well then, how about I make the top part of her dress easily removable so that you can pump easily?”

“Oh, thank would be wonderful!” I grinned. “A million and one gramacy.”

The costume director was laughing as they showed me their sketchbook of ideas on how to bring my Sally to life.

“Actually, my baby sister made some sketches that I absolutely love!” I pulled out the folded sheets of sketchbook papers and handed them over with an excited squeak.

Sammi had drew up a simple, oversized t-shirt dress, taking inspiration back from when she was really little and would steal our sperm doner’s shirts to wear around the house, a la mode a kind of Baby Yoda like appearance. One shoulder drooped, exposing the bare skin, and a belt hugged the slender waist, bringing a girlish figure to the sketch.

“Sammi told me that she designed the dress to look like Sally had stitched it together using scraps and pieces from Doctor Finkleton’s old shirts,” I explained, motioning my baby sister over.

Sammi came over, scooping Baby Jojo into her arms and pressing a kiss to her chubby baby cheek.

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

Sammi drew back and stared at her young niece, who had bubbled over into delightful giggles.

“PETER!” I yelled. “PETER COME QUICK!”

My husband lumbered into the small office, fear and worry clear as day over his handsome face.

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

“You’re laughing!” Peter gasped, plucking his daughter from my baby sister’s arms. “Sweet Baby Jojo- you’re laughing!”

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

“Baby Mattie, will you start giggling?” Peter was wearing a look of utter bliss as he sank down onto a tiny couch over in the corner. “Daddy loves his babies.”

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

“My love, don’t make her urpy!” I frowned at him. “You remember what happened with little girl, don’t you?”

“Yes sweetheart, I remember,” he chuckled at me acting like a true mother. “Never again, never again.”

I could only make a face at him as Baby Tommy and Baby Noah both appeared in the doorway before making a swift beine over to their mommies.

“Mommy, Lizz Liss’s toothie came out!” Baby Tommy told me, flashing a happy grin at me.

“Oh no!” I looked up and saw Elizabeth, standing quietly in the doorway. “Elizabeth, are you alright?”

She just showed me two of her teeth, having fallen valiantly during battle, and her mouth, stuffed with blood soaked tissues.

“Imma gwood,” she slurred, obviously not used to speaking without thse two teeth in her mouth.

“What happened?” I asked, holding my arm open for her to come in for a snuggle. Katie also appeared in the doorway, coming in when the costume director realized that she wouldn’t be getting anymore attention. “Katie, what happened to Elizabeth?”

“She bit into an apple that someone bought- they both a bunch with them from their garden- and two teeth popped out!” Katie explained. “It was so cool- there was a whole bunch of blood!”

“Katie.” At the disapproving tone in my voice, she promptly calmed down. “Elizabeth, are you alright?” She just clung to me all the more tighter, making me think that there was something emotional that was triggered when she lost her two teeth.

I just let her hug me without saying a word, understanding that she would talk whenever she was ready to do so.

Sure enough-

“Mommy?” I hummed softly, letting my daughter know that her mother was listening. “Am I ugly?”

“Never,” I answered at once, pressing my lips to her crown. “You are never ugly; you are always beautiful.”

“Sometwimes, it’s hawd for me to wemember that,” she mumbled, clearly feeling a massive case of the depressive bunnies.

“Oh Elizabeth…” I murmured, giving her yet another kiss. “My love? Does our family insurance cover a dentist? I think we should get the kids in for a visit for a good teeth cleaning.”

“I’ll look into it when we get home, alright my woman?” he told me, in utter bless as Baby Jojo giggled and cooed on his chest.

“Uncle Pete?” Baby Noah meeped from Sammi’s arms, an impish smirk on his face. “FUK!”

“Oh no Baby Noah!”

Gramercy, thank you, old French? 

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[danielslilangel]

In the Middle is How I Like It pt. 1

Part One Part Two Part Three

I had been working on solo ship smut pieces but I read a fic the other day involving Jason and Tim being together because of Marinette  (I can’t remember who wrote it or where I found it so if I remember I will give credit to the writer!) Anyway, that story sparked an idea for a Jay/Mari/Tim fic. Yes, they’re brothers on paper but i liked how her story kind of ignored that so I’m gonna just do the same XD Not sure how long it’ll end up being but i have a few scenes planned. This is just the opening scene so nothing Mature here... but be warned, there will be Mature/Explicit content in future updates. I’m not a fan of trying to format things on AO3 but eventually it will get put on there. Enjoy?

Marinette giggled at the latest thing the man to her left was saying before taking another pink Princess shot off the bar top and downing it. As soon as she put the empty glass back where it came from, the man on her right captured her attention once more with a compelling story on why he had come to Paris in the first place.

It had been a rough day in the office as she sorted through the newest flood of commissions that had dropped in her inbox after the latest article on MCD was published in an American magazine and she really wasn’t complaining about the amount of work she had to do over the next few months- really, she loved the ideas her clients supplied her with and couldn’t wait to get started on all of them, but a girl could love her job and was still entitled to a few drinks to help take the edge off of all the expectations being placed upon her.

It hadn’t taken long for Marinette to garner a lot of attention after arriving alone at the bar tonight. She had turned every single one of them away, nicely, of course, but there was just something about the latest two men who had approached her that had the black haired beauty allowing them to take a seat on either side of her and buy her a few shots.

It was pretty obvious from the glares they threw towards each other that the men knew one another somehow and their strange dynamic was part of the reason why Marinette was so interested in them. The other part of her intrigue stemmed from something much more basic… they were both fucking hot!

Timothy Drake had introduced himself first after ordering three shots of vodka that he promptly dumped into his thermos of what smelled like exceptionally strong coffee. He wasn’t tall by usual standards, but Marinette was short so she considered everyone tall by default. His dark hair and blue eyes drew her in and she had been unable to resist smiling up at him as he asked “is this seat taken?” He was apparently a CEO of a large American business which fascinated Marinette as he couldn’t have been more than twenty-three. When she said as much he laughed and told her that her skills of deduction were spot on and that he was indeed a young business man her age, but he had help getting the job as it was his father’s company he ran.

“Not that I don’t absolutely deserve the position. I worked hard to convince him to give me a chance. I have quite a few degrees and have helped the company grow exponentially since I took over for Dad.” His voice wasn’t smug or boastful at all as he told her about himself and it was quite refreshing for Mari. She was used to the air of diva that often surrounded those with wealthy parents. After all, she had gone to school with Chloe Bourgeois all those years.

Jason Todd had arrived about ten minutes after Tim and had captured Marinette’s attention as well, though he was almost as opposite from the other man as one could be. Tall and muscular with toxic green eyes that seemed to glow in the bar’s dim lighting and a rebellious white streak running through his black hair- everything about Jason screamed bad boy while everything about Tim screamed unknowingly-attractive nerd. Jason was unapologetically loud as he chucked his motorcycle helmet onto the wooden bar and ordered a Jack and Coke. His eyes surveyed the room in a practiced way that told Marinette he was accustomed to trouble before his gaze landed on her. His broody scowl instantly evaporated and a brilliant smile lit up his face as he plopped down on the stool next to the small Asian girl. She had expected a cheesy pickup line out of someone who looked and acted like him, but Jason surprised her by asking her name and what brought her to the bar tonight. Their conversation flowed with ease and she couldn’t help but laugh at the jokes he told.

As compelling as he was, she couldn’t forget about the man to her left and after enjoying some time getting to know Jason, Marinette leaned backwards to introduce the two men to one another. She quickly realized how unnecessary that was as they greeted one another briskly.

“Jay.”

“Timmy.”

She had been quickly caught up in a game of 'capture the girl's attention' and had been unable to figure out their connection to one another, but Marinette felt a growing suspicion in the back of her mind that seemed to be getting closer to confirmation as the two kept up their own conversations with her.

“Mhmm,” she nodded and agreed with whatever Jason had last said as she pulled out some bills from her handbag and placed them on the bar as payment for her drinks. She took a final sip of her pink lemonade martini and leaned back in the stool before pointing a manicured finger in the direction of both men. “So… you two know each other, right?”

The pair sighed in surround sound before answering “yes” in dulled unison.

“Right. So, have you guys ever…” she trailed off with a smirk on her face, her hands gesturing in a way that left no need to imagine what she was asking them about. “Cause I’m sensing some serious pent up energy here.”

Jason choked on his drink and nearly spit it out while Tim took a moment to chug the rest of his.

“Never,” they answered in unison again and it only made Mari's smile grow more feral as she hopped off the barstool, heels clicking against the tile, and straightened out her mini skirt.

“I guess that means the two of you would be opposed to joining me at my place tonight?” Her voice was nothing but soft and sweet even as her eyes drank in every inch of the men who were both stunned into silence and left blushing as she pulled out a single scrap of paper from her bag and jotted down her address before placing it upon the stool where she had sat. “When the two of you manage to pick your jaws up off of the floor, I hope you also manage to make your way here this evening. Au revoir.” She winked and waved at them before strutting out of the bar and to hail a cab to take her back to her loft.

I cannot believe I just invited both of them back to my place, she thought as the cold Parisian air nipped at her face, sobering her up just enough to process what she had actually just done. Oh God…

She was pulled out of her mental spiraling before it could begin by a large hand reaching around her to open the cab's door as it pulled up alongside the curve. She arched an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, genuinely surprised to see that Jason was to her right again. She was even more surprised to notice that Tim had appeared on her left. Neither men said a word or made eye contact as the three of them slid onto the back seat with Mari in the middle. In fact, the- thankfully- short and silent car ride was only interrupted by Marinette giving directions to the driver before settling back against the warm leather. She hadn’t exactly thought out her plan of asking them both back to her home and she still wasn’t really sure what was going to happen, but she felt the alcohol strengthening her resolve and she was not about to turn an opportunity like this down. Both men took up a lot of space so Marinette was quite smushed between them and could feel their warmth radiating throughout the tiny space and the close proximity made it hard to think about anything else but being between them.

“Merci.” She thanked the driver and passed over the payment for the ride before sliding out of the car after Tim who had reached a hand in to help her with her exit. She made it a few steps towards her door before looking back behind her and noticing the men standing still awkwardly alongside the road.

“You boys coming or will I have to do that alone tonight?”

More pink rose to the cheeks before they lurched forward in sync, following after the her like a pair of puppies.

[joseph--reed]

Here’s to surviving the apocalypse

03.05.2035 It has been roughly two years since the world went into lockdown due to a worldwide pandemic that swept the nation within a blink of an eye. The cause of all this mass hysteria is a virus which affects the tissues in the brain, permanently altering them to change the human body. Currently, there is no cure although the world health organization has tried countless times to manufacture a vaccine however each trial for a vaccine has so far been unsuccessful. Therefore a worldwide lockdown was imposed for the virus to be contained. Even with a lockdown, there have been many casualties due to this virus and the numbers of the infected only seem to be on the rise.

 It's a dark and dangerous world out there, every man or women for themselves. Many people formed pacts, groups they can rely on to survive others chose to go at this world alone. There is no right and wrong in this world, many people who went in groups have now become infected and the same can be said for those who went at alone. It's survival of the fittest and you've got to work with what you've got to make it because not everybody is built to survive this harsh pandemic. My wife and daughter being among the many who didn't make it. Not a day goes by that I don't long for their existence. It still haunts me that I had to leave them that way, in that house, the house we were all supposed to live in, grow in, die old in yet it seems fate had cruel intentions instead. 

I don't believe I am one of the lucky ones. Who would want this life but then again who would want that life either its all one big catch twenty-two and the "lucky" ones are stuck in the middle trying to survive on the bare minimum. The government are supposed to help but they hardly do shit. They'll hand out scraps to the common folk and keep anything worthwhile to the rich assholes. Yet they'll have their military parade about the streets vowing to "protect us" when we all know that's a facade. God, I hate people in the office. 

"Okay enough of that." Joseph mumbled to himself as he placed his pen back into the middle of his diary before carefully closing the black leather book and stowing it away in his bag. He knew if he continued to write he was going to go on a tangent about how he hates the oval office and that would just be a waste of paper. That diary is there to document any thoughts he has about the pandemic, not his political views. For that, he can get a spray can and deface a public building however he would rather not be thrown into any kind of government solitary. Just as he is pulling away from his bag his eyes catch a glimpse of the wooden photo frame that is beside his bed. A soft sigh escapes his lips as he leans over and carefully picks it up, his icy blue hues scanned the picture as his brain relived the memory. The photo consisted of him, his wife and newborn daughter at the beach together. Oh, how he longed for better days like those in the past. "I miss you both." The male whispered to himself before gently placing a kiss to the glass. He took another moment the gaze at the photo before setting it back in its rightful position. "Another day of this bullshit." The dark-haired male spoke to himself as he started to get geared up for the day ahead. He needed to find some new supplies, mostly he needed food but any other equipment he could find along his way that he could trade for food would also be a bonus. 

Joseph got himself dressed in his usual 'work' gear before he loaded up his bag with essential supplies for his trip. He took one good look around the room to make sure he hadn't forgotten to pack anything before he set off for his day out. It is still early hours of the morning, the sun only just rising but in this day and age you needed to start any essential travel very early otherwise all items of value will be gone. It's not the world we were all once used too, there are no self-checkouts, contactless payments, take-aways, click and collect. there is none of that, supermarkets seize to exist as we once knew them, you get rations — if you can even call them that. Most days you can't even get basics like bread because they are gone within an instance or the government 'forget' to restock your designated food area. Most folk try to survive on their own without having to wait on government hand me downs, it's a hard life but it sometimes works out more beneficial if you know how to play the game. 

"It's a beautiful day." Joseph murmured as he stepped outside his house, taking his first steps into the world as he set off in search of supplies. The sun beamed down on the dark-haired man, The male still had a slight twinge of blonde in his locks however his natural colour dominated. Joe took a slow walk through his town — town as if you could hardly call this place a town, it was just houses and a few rationed shops barricaded in by the military some life huh? "Out again Joseph?" Mary — one of his neighbours called out to him as he made his way to the gates which gave him access to other areas outside of his town. "You know me, can never stay still." A dry chuckle escaped his lips- Joseph wasn't one for small talk nor did he want anyone to pry into his life. "Do rememb—" Joseph quickly put his hand up to silence Mary. "Do remember there is still a curfew and anyone outside the gates after 9 pm will be locked out there. I remember. It's been the same message every day for the last two years." Joseph replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me I'm off to try and not get infected." With that, Joe closed the conversation and exited his town.

 Stepping outside the gated community you could tell the world is in an Apocolypse. Inside those gates, people were still desperately clinging onto normality however it's a whole different ballgame once you cross that line into the real world. Everything is falling apart, buildings being blown up, mother nature taking back her earth. Everything manmade seems to be crumbling, this city didn't even look like a city no more. There are no cars, no mass crowds, no architecture. It all just looks run down and out of place, it is not eye candy that's for sure but this is the new normal and it has been for the last two years. 

Roughly about 35 minutes into Josephs journey is where it started to get interesting. He knew from doing this routine every day that the first hour or so he would never find anything worthwhile. Maybe a scrap here and there but nothing worth any value. Finally, he has managed to stumble upon a small cottage, untouched. No forced entry, no broken windows and it is all perfectly intact. A rare yet exciting sighting. "Now now what do we have here.." The male mumbled to himself as he observed the cottage from a good distance. Although it seems untouched that doesn't mean it actually is. People have gotten craftier these days and this could easily be a trap therefore he knew he had to be cautious before entering the cottage. Just as he was about to move in closer that was when he heard the dreaded noise of an infected. "Fan-fucking-tastic." Joe grumbled as he pulled out a small pair of binoculars to scope the area to try and find the bastard. "Gotcha." Joe whispered as he locked sights on the infected who was currently lapping its way around the front of the cottage. "Time to deal with this." He ran his hand through his hair before carefully creeping behind a set of knee-high stones that were perched in the front garden, thus giving him enough cover so the infected doesn't seem him. 

Gingerly Joe peered up from over the set of stones to gauge what kind of method of attack he'd need for this infected. It only seemed to be a stage 1 infected given by the bite mark on their arm and the small lacerations down their neck and back. A very recent case, An hour or two give or take. Was this person trying to get into this cottage? Is this the place it all went pear-shaped for them? Either way, Joe couldn't fixate on the questions at hand, he needed to get rid of it and fast. He waited for the right moment before he tiptoed up behind the infected and grabbed it by the neck making sure to cut off any air supply. Of course the infected didn't go down without a fight as it wriggled its way around in Joe's grasp however it was unsuccessful and after a few moments of thrashing around it soon died. "And that's that." Joe concluded by dropping the lifeless body to the ground and stepping over it before walking up to the front door of the cottage. He placed his hand on the cool brass before giving it a turn, nothing. It's locked. "Pickin time." He muttered as he crouched down before grabbing his lock pick set from his bag. It was a tricky old bastard but he got there in the end. 

With the door now open Joe stepped foot into the cottage and to his surprise, it is actually untouched. "Holy shit." He said as he made his way into the kitchen as he started to raid the cupboards, taking any supplies he could before some other bastard stumbled upon this find. "Peaches, spaghetti, soup." With every item, he placed in his bag Joe was taking a mental note of what they were. Just as he was about to move into another room he heard the floorboards of the front room squeak. God damn it who the fuck has found this place already? Joe drew in a quick breath before he grabbed his 9mm from his holster, he carefully pulled back the hammer and took off the safety as he kept the gun to his side as he moved towards the door. The closer he got the door the higher he raised his gun, who the fuck was he going to find today?  @elsierenshaw

[rizzythemonk]

Housekeeping!

Becoming the Purveyor’s maid for a month had given Riz, the ever productive, ever nosy little busy bee way too much to work with until almost no one had seen hide nor hare of him for days unless it was specifically catering to business. For one the office was spotless. Every inch dusted, polished and put into order. Extra supplies were ordered when needed, bits and baubles necessary were picked up at the fleet exchange at his usual discounted rate, with the savings making room in his pockets as he kept everything in the books to corrected pricing. Hey, he was doing the maid service as punishment, he never agreed to do it for free.

He cemented Captain Featherblood’s tax rate at fourteen and a quarter percent as if he had been haggling with himself. If he was the Captain he would have made a passionate argument that for the good of Sunspire she had brought them protection and equipment at a great cost. On the other hand all captains worked towards the good of the port in their own way. He went as far as to act out the argument, trying his best to force his vocal cords to mimic the much more feminine tones until from the outside of the office it may have legitimately sounded like the woman was there debating terms and numbers. When he was done, he wrote the whole thing up in Blaque’s script and sent it off by courier for her to sign.

Next he handled a friendly man named Jarred in some kind of black and red uniform. When the man brought up the Atlas Company suddenly Riz offered him a seat and got as much of the story of the business as elvenly possible. The man had been with the company through each of its previous owners, friends and direct lieutenant to the most recent investor and the current commander, Darnath Windere.

More importantly the man came with his own array of paperwork and oh how Riz loved things written up by the books almost as much as he liked when nothing of a paper trail existed ever. He set this ‘Jarred’ at the standard fifteen percent considering two of Atlas’ ships were already documented at that rate, and drew up paperwork that ensured the rest of the fleet were kept at the same numbers.

“Oh, I’m suppose to mention the statue out in the courtyard? What kind of discounts do we get for the commander being instrumental in bringing him back to life?”

That. Was new. Darnath Windere had helped Mavas bring Kurel back, meaning he had knowledge of demons and a skill set that the monk could not account for either by his business, his dancing… (Unless he lap danced Kurel back to life. ...which would be a far more believable story were Mr. Windere a Ms…) but could possibly be accounted for by the number of times Silas Darkmoon kicked Riz off the island just for asking to speak with the coveted dancer. Puzzled pieces, all of them. Though he wondered why he even cared about it a little. As the quartermaster of the Aurora left the office to be straightened again, Riz could only come to one conclusion why it was a lead at all: Mavas didn’t want him to know. Outsmarting his peer, rival, friend, comrade held its own achievements. Beating him at something, anything, proved it could be done on another level someday if it was ever necessary.

He found that the Black Maw still had not made a contract and rolled his eyes. Come on Killian! Riz went about the same sort of argument with the redheaded captain in his mind and mouth, pacing back and forth to mimic his movements. Kept his ears straight and unmoving, head down a tad to keep the cowl covering his face where possible, squared his shoulders in a more stocky, less elven grace and conveyed the man’s boisterous excitement convincingly well. He still set the bargain at the same standard he’d give Atlas and set that one aside to deliver himself along with a stack of noodles when they arrived in port on Saturday morning. They were going to eat noodles by darn it!

Then there was the quiet whimpering coming from the side bedroom and the asset oh so affectionately called ‘the girl’ in most cases. He accepted she probably heard his practice and work at mimicking through the door as a piece of information she could own. She wouldn’t be the first to know, and men and women of more strategic mind had laughed off his jester like abilities without a second glance.

He could hear the talk around her, perhaps not enough to get specifics, but the tone of how she pulled at heart strings and the constant message that she was -oh so innocent- sent a shiver of frustration down the monk’s spine. No one was innocent. Not in his world. Not in his port and after speaking to Aranya he realized why it irked him so. This concept of innocent or guilt, whether of personality or of specific wrongful doings by her mother put her on a pedestal above the rest of them. Whispering that she was full of goodness and didn’t deserve to be in Sunspire meant the rest of them were not in their own ways and only survived off the scraps of the port because their inner selves were tainted and terrible. It was her privilege that pissed him off.

With Blaque out of the office, the linger of shadows telling Riz nothing on his whereabouts, the monk let himself into Feylan’s room, standing against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m gonna tell ya, the same thing I got told when I was brought here. When I had no choice, but makin a life here.” And yet for once, when Riz might normally shift into the voice of the person he quoted, he stayed himself. They were his words now, not just Kurel’s. “Break your chains on the rocks in Sunspire’s bay. Spill your blood in her streets an’ she’s y’home. An if she is, then you are a free woman. Y’get me? Good. Now, if y’want t’start takin y’freedom back. Put y’shoes on, grab a clipboard, an writin stuffs an come with me t’the dry dock. There’s work t’do.”

He started out the door to ignore whatever answer she could give him, but paused, speech not quite over, “Look. I know its scary, but whatever life of comfort y’came from was no less a cage considered y’got bartered in the first place. You’re just realizin now y’were never free. No’ really. I’m offerin you a chance to take y’life in y’own hands. So come with an’ do it or stop with the sniffles cuz their damned annoyin while I’m tryin t’work.”

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