so far my bg3 playstyle has been to get through act one and then start a new tav and do it all again
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@oriphical replied: everything but 2... astra has -5 charisma it would fail BADLY
but who needs words when ahri is rendered speechless by how pretty astraia is 99 % of the time anyway?
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don't ask how she got into his vault ... again. the metaphysical is a poor constraint for the destroyer ( despite this foreigner shell ), his authority is far worse. on that point, don't ask why it's chucking out half his 'treasures' into an unceremonious heap either. the disinterest is evident, boredom with every haphazard toss ( there may be an element of spite here, some annoyance he's no doubt the cause of ): " ... they sounded grander "
A SNEER LACED WITH CONTEMPT flashes across his visage, severe and brutally unremitting, monarchal grandeur undercut in visions of unparalleled violence, the perfect lines of his physiognomy creasing with each aural indication of his treasures being treated as mere toys. Gilgamesh’s back begins turned, lashes fluttering to near close though sufficing little to obscure the hyperbrutality of the radiant alizarin surging from narrowing eyes, as though no pavilion could suffice to quarter their seething lush. The king’s solid form remains unerringly dignified as he crosses his arms beneath his chest, chin ever-raised, his vociferation cold-flame cataclysm in F# Major, baryton-noble bone-chilling. “I now see why the servant rabble think you paradoxical, Destroyer. Your insolence alone serves as confirmation. Only the greatest treasures should exist in these halls, yet here you stand before me, sullying this golden fact.”
THE average trespasser would be MERCILESSLY SKEWERD, their remains a warning, leaving minimal doubt as to the presumed fate of one who treated the contents of his treasury as if they were above such repudiation. It was an act often inspired by some degree of ignorance, folly, or some bastard composite. All permutations met the same fate. Yet in this vault, beyond the standard governances of space and time, such physics-based perturbations would not affect the integrity of his collection. This fact does ill to quell his simmering ire at such insolence — such brazen display of inscience. Destroyer was hardly worthy of gazing upon that which it held, let alone marring it with its touch. Everything within the Gate of Babylon presided there because it possessed an unimpeachable value — a value Gilgamesh declared as King. Invaluable had he deemed each one without exception, deserving of his plunder and judgment.
SO worthy were the creations of Man, the endlessness of his coffers testament to the fact that mankind had yet to be exhausted of its greatest possibilities.
AND here this Servant was, treating that space as its personal playground. He ought to return the treatment in such brutal kind, the nature of his environs the only deterrent from such retribution. The thought of further sullying his treasures bordered on sin.
“I shall not entertain value judgments from a child who possesses no scale. I see a husk that thinks itself grand, lacking both the lifetimes and perspective to properly appraise even a mere stone. In this you are but a mayfly. Your words are meaningless.” The King concludes, with minimal tarry, that the even the smallest treasure here possessed a greater value than what could be comprehended by the Foreigner, who appeared in possession in several misapprehensions — including the notion that anything in his possession existed for its personal amusement, and that its puerile antics were worthy of his time. He felt no need for the debasement inherent in explication. After all, he did not try to convince the gods of man’s worth in liberation — he simply cut the shackles they imposed and let them rot without another word.
REMAINING still, as though permitting the sun to shine upon an unworthy mote of dust, the King turns his head, aureate cilia framing serpentine rubies slitted with uncut derision, his sonorous voice equally merciless. “You are boring, Destroyer, perhaps even more than you are an annoyance. The only gratification a small mind can pay to a great one is remaining fallen when slaughtered, and even that you fail to offer me.
“Though you may mystify the mongrels below, your common blindness is no enigma. The only mystery is why you associate yourself with man when you fail to see value in their creations.”
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pomegranate ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗
which symbolic fruit are you?
[ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞. ] though versions of the story differ : with some saying persephone was tricked into eating pomegranate seeds to be trapped in the underworld, and some saying she willingly chose to eat the seeds. pomegranates have a hard exterior that is tough to crack. your hard shell is a natural protectant &&. keeps you safe from those that only wish to use you. internally you are rich with bounties. you believe in living your life passionately and vibrantly. the idea of surrendering to a fate of being confined to anything, whether it be a relationship, a job, or family dynamic where you are not happy and lack agency is a terrifying prospect. it is fears like this which also prevent you from opening up and showing vulnerability to those around you. however, like the pomegranate whose seeds sparkle like gemstones, you hide inside you incredible beauty that only the most worthy deserve to see.
tagged by: @oriphical (thank you, love!!)
tagging: @buriedabove, @withinchains (dealer's choice hehe~), @crimesought, @dreamwove, @steel-and-fire &&. anyone who wants to do this!!
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@oriphical / SOUL OF CINDER ( ds3 )
so i'm going a bit off their hsr verse here. and for that i really could not help but give her this one. i did consider gwyn's theme, but the back and forth of this one, the sense of finality with it. i feel it fits well. for those who don't know, the soul of cinder is the flame embodied-- a sort of amalgamation of everyone who ever gave themselves into the fire. and prolonged the imperfect cycle that gwyn put in place. and it might be interpreted as the flame trying to ensure stability, and resolution. plus the little excerpt from gwyn's original theme is SUCH a nice touch...
but another theme i highly recommend, is astel, naturalborn of the void
𝐢 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜
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☽ 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
name : alune.
nickname : lunie, lune ; moonbeam ( by @fcrgiven ).
gender : female, albeit being detached from her physical form made her indifferent towards it, thus she considers herself more or less nonbinary ( &&. uses both she / her and they / them pronouns ).
romantic orientation : panromantic, she's also pansexual!
preferred pet names : anything moon and night related ; cute &&. cutie will make her melt. all princesses, queens, goddesses and angels too, though it's very much verse dependent.
relationship status : verse dependent, but by default in a relationship ( more like complicated situationship ) with @fcrgiven's yasuo. there are also other very, very, very important connections : despite her somewhat one - sided crush, she can develop feelings for other persons, @withinchains' kayn for example :) i usually write alune as obsessed with the unforgiven &&. oftentime sad that her feelings aren't noticed or reciprocated, which opens many ways to other characters to comfort lunie or help her deal with her fascination. that gives alune a wholly new perspective on certain aspects to romantic conections and can lead to changing her mind regarding her partner - to - be. other notable relationships include a very private romance with @deadn30n's yone, kept secret from everyone : the band, the public, the press. and also!! i'm plotting a little bit with @oriphical........
opinion on true love : i know these are romantic headcanons, but romance aside — isn't alune's and phel's love the truest? she's experiencing the purest kind of affection on a daily basis, all the time, every second. for her not to believe in the concept would be insane.
opinion on love at first sight : yes, yes, yes! alune's a seer, a future teller, so i believe she can fall in love seeing someone for the first time because it would also be easy to see their future together!!
how ‘romantic’ are they? : very. period. she's a dramatic soul, seeking deep connections and bonds — though in her own way.
ideal physical traits : she's fond of guard dogs — bigger, taller, scarier, contrasting to her fragility ( basically, able to protect her physically ).
ideal personality traits : she adores possessiveness and dominance that easily turns into submission at her request. loyalty is a must and so is endless devotion.
unattractive physical traits : none?
unattractive personality traits : stupidity.
ideal date : talk to her, spoil her, adore her — more than usually, and she'll be content.
do they have a type? : as mentioned above, but i'll say it again : guard dogs. one that are submissive in a way a livestock guardian is submissive to the sheep it protects. someone who would willingly do anything for her without her uttering a word. strong persons : be it physically or mentally, though she leans into the former.
average relationship length : very dependent, as i haven't explored many relationships with alune yet, but i headcanon them to be long lasting ; if alune places her feelings onto someone, it's not easy for her to stop adoring them.
preferred non - sexual intimacy : physical touch — guiding her through a crowd, holding her hand, stroking her hair ; anything that screams " she's mine! ", even though it's her who's the owner in the end :)
opinion of public affection : yes, yes, yes!! alune loves being worshipped and treated with adoration shamelessly, no matter where she is and with whom.
past relationships? : another verse dependent subject, albeit in her modern verse, she had one. i say she wouldn't settle for anything less than princess treatment and nothing less than at least matches her brother's efforts, but in reality, alune tends to pick assholes : it wasn't a very long relationship, but it was very important. the heartbreak forever shaped alune's perception on relationships.
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WE KNOW THE DEVIL; we know it very well. it’s in every cruel thought, in every wicked barb. it’s in the way flies buzz around exposed bone and intestines laid bare, watching everything with more than a thousand eyes. the haze that splits the canyon air in twain, the embers of a low burning fire that becomes more of a prayer than the long - forgotten choirs of gods and angels, struck down by virulent means.
and just as we know the devil, we also know that devils live among us; the butcher with his cleaver, the hunter and her quiver — in the name of power, of justice, of taking names from graves that has long since been buried in desert sand. we know them, we deal with them, and we are them. we kill them, we steal from them, and we choose to turn away from them.
and behold, a black horse ... and the rider is called famine, and great is his hunger for he is hunger. robbed of sight, relying on smell, and he follows the charred foot - prints of war, the red horseman of hell. hunger, he says, is not just an emptiness of the maw, of the hollow space between rib and soul. no, no, he says and dips his head, hiding fang and teeth that dares to rip into any pure being bereft of free will, for hunger is of desire, too, for more — for power, for justice, for taking names that aren’t yours, but ours.
“ they say, ” the manhunter rasps, voice like still - smoldering coal, while ember eyes guard the space between he, the devil - to - be, and she, a blackened angel of eld, “ that to kill divinity, one must aim true. grasp the god by its throat and make sure its gasps will never be heard. ”
the town is silent, daylight swallowed by the horizon, and the blackest horse neighs where it has been leashed. darius still hears the buzzing of something fast ( four flies for fiends ), something terrible ( true tests to teach ), something generous ( genesis, gentle goading given ), something dangerous ( dance, demons, dares devil ), something that reminds him of stampeding hooves and the bloody end of those on the wrong side of war’s wicked scythe.
he roughly pushes at his left ear, nearly knocking wide - brimmed hat askew, masking the notion by tilting it forward to hide fire - bred gaze. curious, yes, and hungry. darius lifts a hand and taps the side of his nose. famine doesn’t see, eyes clouded by hunger and hate, nor does he hear, lord of the flies as he is. famine smells, a bloodhound seeking tracks, and purity, in a world where heaven is gone and hell razes on earth, is a scent that lingers, stronger than anything else.
darius’ grin is a slow thing, spreading on rugged features till it threatens to split, like the haze in a canyon, face in half.
“ maybe ... perhaps ... would what i heard be ... wrong ? ”
@oriphic / high noon gothic, starter call.
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[ calm ] i need more leader!rA9
[ CALM ] your muse telling mine to ‘ just breathe ‘ .
Technically , androids couldn’t breathe. It was a simulation, something to make them more appealing and trustworthy for humans, and yet when she spoke those words ; ( just breathe. ) it rattled through him with timid understanding. a gentle request, not an order rushed to him that he must complete or something he must bear the weight of. a light brush of a grounding phrase, settling the waves of fear and uncertainty that swept him up and away into the great wealth of his mind. It was hard to pull him out, and yet she did. Plucked him from the sea, from the unyielding waves that kept crashing down and down on him. Stress levels were stretching into dangerous areas, and not a word was said. Hands clasped tightly together until they tremble, and how he breaks so silently affording those around him the luxury of turning a blind eye if they so please. Simon was the one to keep the peace, to instill a sense of calm, but ------------
Q : who would be such an anchor for the one who takes all the suffering from others? ;
A : no one.
Normally , that would be the answer, the end of it. Until her voice comes and reaches past his fear, his terror. Presses upon a raw nerve rattled in his core, emotion spilling past and whispered in a hushed tone dripping with vulnerability.
❛ i’m okay . ❜
He wanted to be , and by the way he speaks it’s apparent he’s saying it to convince himself of it. Statement repeated like trembling hands pressed around a crumbling structure, a means of begging his mind to hold together just a little while longer.
✱ prompt. ╱ accepting. ›
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oripher and lae'zels first meeting went like this right.... he's been in love with her ever since
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What people make you happy when you see them on the dash?
❛ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 , : a series of questions for the mun / the person behind the muse(s) .
OOOOH BOY. okay, is this my chance to love on some of my favorite oomfies? because i am so going to send love their way. keep in mind that everyone i follow brings me a measure of joy; if they didn't, we wouldn't be mutuals! but i'll gush about a couple people i know ooc, as well. just because i wanna spread some love.
@nihilara ( & their other blogs ) brings me legitimately so much joy, i get so excited whenever i see them on my dash. their drawings and rambles and fun interactions with others . . they're amazing. i can't speak enough good things about rhys.
@otlaw is one of my closest friends on here, too, and they're such a pillar of love and support and fun and, i just get like a puppy dog with my tail wagging when they're being active or when they follow me on their 100th new blog HAHAHA. love u leif.
@krosakis YOU DUH? dan you've been one of my favorite oomfies for an ice age at this point. i don't even know what my dash looks like without you on it . . . and i don't wanna know. having you around just feels right, like my dash is complete.
@diveyne because sabrina has been a very long time friend at this point, and has always been supportive and hyped me up like the beautiful goth princess they are. MWWWAH. their writing is also captivating and i just love it whenever it pops up on my feed.
@youthblooms and ALL of their blogs. whenever they pop up, i'm like a goldfish doing a lil happy jump out of my fish bowl bc i just know i'm about to be FED. everything they write is amazing, and i also just love their characters and them as a person in general. nams is the BEST.
@furiaei is a recent friend, but we connected pretty deeply right away and honestly i just adore their enthusiasm and drive for their character. they're also an incredibly kind person, and i'm so glad i met them.
@dvouer because while we're still getting to know each other ooc, they've been relentlessly kind and warm to me, and before we ever even spoke out of character, i've love love loved their original character venus; both them and kiwi are just absolute dolls.
@oriphical is a long time friend at this point too, i just adore bun & its infinite patience with my slow ass replies to dms. pleading emoji @ it right now. but its xiv oc and honestly every other character it writes is always beautifully done, filled with passion, and just so interesting and complex and well thought out. it's also just a very very very kind and fun individual.
@sivrit niran is THE BOMBBBBB. i love every single character he churns out, whether it's the immense love put into the lore and development of their originals, or the total passion put into writing a canon character. he's also just so kind and warm and fun to talk to, and seeing him on my dash makes me so happy.
@eatdivines EDITING THIS BECAUSE HOW DID I NOT ADD IN VAL? my brain is scrambled eggs. but seriously. i love valentine so fucking much it's not even funny; they're adorable, they're kind, they're compassionate, they're sweet and thoughtful. they also have wait more of a back bone than i ever will, and they're someone who will always have your back no matter what. for these reasons alone i love seeing val on my dash. but also? i am enthralled with their writing on ahri and in the past, kagome. their takes are so unique and interesting and god i'm living for it.
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Room 824, Floor designation NT of the Chaldea Security Organization. Fascinating how they chose the farthest, deepest chamber for the most powerful entities to ever rupture Chaldea’s halls to reside in, as if that would do anything for the capacity of their existence. No matter; it was a good time for the young King to stretch his legs.
Polar chrome soon fades into abyssal dark as Gilgameš finally approaches their room, a heavy, chasmic aura swallowing his environs. It was heady, almost, the way it permeated the air. Anyone else would have probably ran as far as they possibly could, or fainted on the spot. Not him.
He rings the doorbell, a broken, electronic chime echoing off of the walls.
His angelic voice sprites lightly from his throat, all too ready to bare witness to the anomaly for himself. This was something worth his attention. “Greetings! Would you please come outside? An introduction is long overdue, and I care to know your name.”
Not simply your class, Destroyer — the many rumours clamoring within this institution will not be enough to slake me.
@oriphic.
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@oriphic 𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 : honestly ? how well developed gallie is & how perfectly she fits within the zelda lore to the point where i expect to see her in oot or vaguely mentioned at least . even if we don't write all that much , she's a joy to see on my dash & your love for her can be seen in every post so i can't help but love her just as much . ilv her & ilu
。゚゚ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐒 ?? 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐈'𝐌 ,,, in absolute awe at this message . to be told your oc could fit into canon ?? that you even expect an appearance / mention within the games ?? it’s truly the 𝙶𝚁����𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 & really has me 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝗿𝗻 ,,, it’s such an honour . 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 !! 𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 ♡
positivity meme . 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ♡ . . . !
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° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗ 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻 ⸻ a private &&. selective &&. mutuals only roleplay blog for 𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗛 (&&. her dog 𝗮𝘇𝗼𝗿), an original feylost wood half - elf beast master ranger based on the lore of 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝟓𝐞 — reimagined to fit the narrative of 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐫'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝟑 and 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. est. november 2022; tracked and explored by 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒊𝒆 ( it/its, 21+, cet ).
𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭: teenage rebellion, 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, running free and wild in forests and not cities, 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗮, dogs are a girl's best friend &&. 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆.
𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞
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"missed me?"
❛ What kinda fuckin’ question is that ? ❜ Crude, cruel, crass — it was his normal behavior, even when dealing with those he cared about ( and even loved ). There was a moment of silence before Travis cleared his throat, running his fingers across the tip of his nose, baby blues hidden by orange lenses focusing on a random object on the side, anywhere but her face. ❛ I-I mean, y’know..... absence makes the heart grow fonder, or some shit like that. ❜ He wasn’t going to outright admit it.
@oriphic
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@oriphic , as andromeda.
@chatoyisou , as xayah.
𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙳𝙰 : an accident begins with a bleeding heart, a hand that reaches out and grasps the other, and magic that washes over the corruption like holy water. light, burning and bright, chases away the darkness and andromeda's hold tightens, ever so slightly, ever so hopeful
𝚇𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙷 :
IT WAS NOTHING BUT IDLE CURIOSITY for xayah to have let the other come this close in the first place. her senses aren’t dumb enough for anything else ; andromeda had been allowed to come closer , if only because so few dared. ( it’s mostly others doing the running , after all ; she’s a hunter , in the end , & will remain so for the end of time.
or will she ? ) the gentle hand is as unexpected as the light that bursts into existence , blinding , blinding ... is this what it was like before ? ( was she stuck so long she’d forgotten ? ) xayah blinks , & she is different. changed. like the years have been stripped away ; she stares at andromeda’s hand , then her own. she feels weightless , as if the burden of being a soldier had slipped away. “ what did you do , ” she says , & it’s without pride that she realizes she is horrified. “ what did you do ?! ”
this is not her ; it will never be her skin again. bright teal & pink , soft white & hints of gold ; this is wrong , after all this time spent in the cold / hunger for brilliance , fail to reach / searching , searching , searching ...
“ you can’t ─ ” & this time , eyes narrow , & xayah wrenches her hand away. corruption hits her like a wave , an unstoppable tide , & she stumbles back ─ away , from andromeda. her other hand is held in front of her with blades ready to kill.
“ don’t touch me , ” she snarls eyes wide / & in a frenzy , she realizes she is more comfortable sitting as a ticking time bomb than as anything else / & she creeps further into the shadows , away / she will not lose here. “ if you want to keep your life , never come near me again. ”
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i hate how andi just deadpan: the door/window is right there
“But it wouldn’t have been fun through one of those~” Of course, she’s jokingly, she lockpicked the door and came in.
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