#ref: x-heart

[lndslorepuzzler]

World Underneath: Snowy Stairs

01: Die In Spring: Carter is at a meeting at Xander Sciences. He is derisive of Li Shen's choice to accept a hospital employment offer. There is a flashback to Carter and Li Shen saving the life of an elderly man in a construction zone. After the ambulance left, the two of them spent the night talking about the ethics of applying Protocore technology to revive dead cells. Li Shen left, and the two of them did not talk again. Flashing forward, Carter waits at Empyreal Ring Park (formerly the construction site) because he knows Li Shen will take his morning jog in this direction. He overhears Li Shen explaining to a small child that the stray dog can't come back to life, and inserts himself into the conversation. Li Shen basically tells him to fuck off.

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02: Yesterday Once More: Carter attempts to draw Li Shen into an argument/power struggle about bringing the dead back to life and it's moral implications. Li Shen is obviously disgusted. Carter mentions Cabin 607: the patient is abnormal. // "Take a look, Doctor Li. It won't violate your medical ethics."

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03: Undying Tree: The surgery for Cabin 607 failed. Li Shen did not go to help, and only arrives after the fact. Carter has named the project Li Shen quit from X-Heart. Li Shen mentions William's death at Mt. Eternal. He also tells Carter that his tactics are going to get him arrested. Carter argues with Li Shen, claiming "we." Li Shen tells him 'there is no we,' and 'you're crazy.'

04: Gone: Li Shen has a few minutes alone with the patient from Cabin 607; he restores the presumably ruined body to a clean, intact state for their grieving parents.

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05: Snow Depth: Li Shen takes a position at Akso Hospital. Carter antagonizes him with the patient from Cabin 607. There is a photo of the patient with a cluster of black crystal growing from the left side of his chest. Carter considers Li Shen's reasons for becoming a doctor, and accepting the position at Akso; he suspects it's because of a girl. He intends to find her and use her as a trump card against Li Shen.

05: Coda: As if time and space intertwined, Carter's indignant voice rings in his ears and questions him once more. "Wouldn't you use everything in your power to prevent your loved ones from dying?" Of course he would. Li Shen answered this question countless times in his heart. And no matter how many years have passed, his answer still hasn't changed. He would do everything he could to prevent her death and save her. But the night is long. The fog is dense... If the end of the road is truly what's left... Li Shen closes his eyes. At least, he still has another option. His last one. And before the storm arrives, he only hopes he can walk a little further on this rugged path. He could also hold her hand and resist the avalanche-like onslaught of wishes together.

[gvnchyno2]

rooting for and against everyone in season two starts now ⏳

[saessenach]

on my knees. and only if u want to. jb with 18 or whatever the number is for the laughing kiss please…thank u….

HI HELLO HERE THEY ARE 🥹

Brienne and Jaime for #18 - a kiss while laughing laughing from this list

[durger101]

Ive said it before but falin reminds me of haseul from time to time and i cant believe i missed the let me in and falin connection

[shwinlsol]

currently working on a Worst Wolverine backstory comic :b dunno when I'll finish it, but hopefully it'll be in a reasonable time loll

[forsworned]

Y/N, wagging her feet over Ghost's legs as she records him: Can you give me a foot massage? Ghost, pushing her foot away with his forearm while laughing: Get th' fuck outta here. 'm not givin' ya a foot massage. Soap, sitting in the corner staring at the both of them: I'm not givin' ye a foot massage either Y/N: Ghost: Soap: *Looks away, sipping his beer before they all bust out laughing*

[catscidr]

my wifi went poof for a hot second nd i couldnt open any of my word docs to write so Of Course i drew dottore x y/n again who do you take me for

[fastboatsmojito]

🕸️𖤐 Promptober Day Four - Temperature play 𖤐🕸️

| a/n; Accidentally never finished day three SORRY, wasn’t really feeling the prompt </3

Promptober Schedule here !

| cw; 18+ Smut BTC, Ice play, Tyler’s dirty mouth, afab!gn reader

| wc; 300

You couldn’t believe you’d never thought of it before; the agonizingly slow drip of the painfully cold ice over your sweat-slick skin was completely inebriating.

Fully taking over the farthest depths of your mind, all Tyler Tyler Tyler on repeat as he watched you, enthralled by the sweet sounds falling out of your open mouth.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You can take it now, can’t you?” His voice was always dreamy but that low, sweeter than honey accent floating up from between your thighs was something else.

You figured he couldn’t blame your lack of response on you when he moved the dripping piece of ice to the crease of your inner thigh and held it there, watching as it melted into the balmy skin under it and admiring the whine it stole from you.

It felt far more than obscene, sprawled out on his bed wearing nothing but the blindfold he put on you, whispering about wanting you to feel it fully. All while water dripped down his arm, droplets falling onto the jeans he was so rudely still wearing.

He grabbed another piece of ice from the bowl beside him after watching the previous one melt so quickly over your warm skin.

He basked in the gasp that fell from your mouth when he held it just above your clit, letting the chilled water drip over you. He hushed your whines and leaned down to leave a kiss on your thigh, taking one of your hands in his own when you searched for him.

“Doin’ so good for me, sweet thing. Just a little more and I’ll give you what you really want.” He drawled, taking in the way you squeezed his hand when he let the almost fully melted ice fall over your pussy like a filthy preview.

[m1d-45]

any chance of a part 2 of opportunities arisen? perhaps tighnari finds out who we are? or someone else comes after us? 👉👈 i love him sm and ur characterization of him is perfect, that fic is 100% canon in my mind for every imposter au now

prime fortune

a/n: hope this one didn’t absolutely destroy your expectations anon. it took a hard left turn halfway through and i couldn’t bring it back—

word count: 3.1k oh wow-

-> warnings: minor spoilers for sumeru archon quest (3.0-3.2), dubious medical facts that you should not follow, likely ooc cyno, excessive use of the word ‘something’ with little reasoning to show for it, cyno’s excellent humor

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

<< part 1 || < masterlist >

adapting to life in the forest was easier said than done.

you’re often paired with collei, who’s in the middle of a bad eleazar flare that keeps her confined to the village, and though she teaches you the different salves and plants, a lot of it goes over your head.

you’re interested, you are! the liveliness with which she speaks, and the animated gestures from tighnari as he explains proper safety when preparing medicine easily capture your attention, but when she hands you two mushrooms and asks her to tell you which one is morchella….

by some strange luck, you often guess correctly, your intuition knowing more than you do, but when she nods with a smile and asks you to repeat the differences…

your mind falls blank.

something about the density of the fibers inside the mushroom floats through your mind, but you can’t remember whether the true or false mushroom is heavier.

collei’s smile falters, and yours turns sheepish. when she takes you out on walks, slowly walking up the paths so you don’t strain your ankle, you can point at the differences between portobello and death caps, you can pick out holly and honeysuckle and marigold, but here…

you pass the field practice with flying colors, but your basic by-the-books forest ranger tests always end in failure.

tighnari picks out two plants from a small case, holding them up in front of you.

“you come across amir sitting just off the side of a path, clutching his stomach. after some questioning, you determine he has a stomach cramp from dehydration, and spot these two plants nearby. you’re about a 15 minute walk from the village; what do you do?”

one of the plants has many flat white flowers blooming from the top, with yellow centers, while the other has orange petals that form a ball shape on top. you know one of them is yarrow, but not which one…

you pick the latter on a whim, spinning it between two fingers as you think. “pick the petals and crush them into a paste, taking care not to overwork them. give him about a spoonful, which should be most of it, then help him up. report to shirin once we return.”

the blank mask on his face falls into confusion. “how do you even mix up marigold and yarrow?” he asks, picking the flower—marigold, you now recognize—from your hand. “you got the procedure correct, at least, but marigold is bitter and will only worsen his aches. oh, and additionally, the leaves of yarrow—however small they-“

the door to the cottage slams open, jars rattling on their shelves, and tighnari whips around to face whoever it is, one hand steadying a stack of reports.

“and just what do you think you’re- w- collei? is everything alright?”

collei’s violet eyes were wide, her shoulders heaving with breath, when she spoke, exhaustion was evident. “m-master tighnari! the matra are here on behalf of the akademiya! i tried to tell them to wait so i could get you but they just-..”

emotions flashed over tighnari’s face faster than you could catch, eventually setting on a sharp determination. “alright collei, calm down. go find amir and do your best to delay them, but don’t seem too suspiscious, okay? just remember what we planned, i’ll take care of things here.”

her eyes flicked to you, worry evident, but she quickly turned away.

the moment the door closed, you and tighnari sprung into action. he collected the plants from your test and tucked them into their proper places, you standing to help return a mint plant back to its place.

he caught your wrist, taking the pot. “don’t. take your bag and go, don’t worry about this.”

you hesitate for longer than you should, then nod. he lets you go and returns to his case, and you move to crouch by the bed. feeling under it, your hand eventually brushes against a cloth handle, which you grab. you take a step to unlatch the window with one hand and sling the pack over your shoulder with the other, leaving with your good leg first. as you carefully close the window behind you, you can see tighnari moving to hide all the notes you’d taken, the only sign of his worry being his tail lashing behind him and the slightest flick of his ears.

with a soft smile, you turn away.

tighnari checked over his room once more, ensuring that every trace of your presence was scrubbed clean. your laundry was out and mixed with the rest of the rangers’, but your notes and records were carefully hidden under patrol logs and his own personal binders. he knew everything was tucked away, he had explanations lined up and answers to every conceivable question the akademiya could have, but his heart still beat frantically against his ribs. even as he pulled apart and neatened up a stack of patrol logs, repeating the action to look like he was doing something whenever the matra came to his hut, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he missed something crucial.

he had to fight to keep his tail from betraying his emotions, the energy not going into mussing up and then fixing the papers spent on hiding the symptoms of his distress. he knew he didn’t miss anything. the moment you told them the sages were on active lookout for you and he knew you weren’t a threat, he had memorized the plan. he was foolish to worry.

he hasn’t known you for long, barely over half a year, yet his mind is clouded with the same worry as when collei collapses out on patrol. the same numbing sort of adrenaline, the icy feeling in his bones even as his skin starts to burn up, the apprehension in every movement, as if at any moment-

somebody knocks on the door.

tighnari takes a steadying breath and fusses with the papers a final time. “come in!”

the door creaks open and he taps the papers on the table, turning slightly to speak over his shoulder. “sorry, you caught me in the middle of something.”

“no matter,” a familiar voice says, and he can’t stop the way his body freezes at the speaker.

he carefully tucked the papers into a folder, finally turning around. “general mahamatra. to what do i owe the honor?”

cyno crossed his arms, red eyes surveying the room. “oh, nothing at all. just somebody from vimara village reporting somebody that looked suspiciously like the primo fortuna walking around with collei when they’re supposed to be in liyue.”

tighnari stares. the primo fortuna…? he thought they were after you, but you couldn’t be…

“are… are you suggesting somebody is attempting to imitate the creator?”

sure, he wouldn’t deny you shared some features—you had the same shape of nose, you were around the same height and build—but for you to be the creator? no, it wasn’t possible. your eyes were much kinder, you stopped and helped nasrin when she couldn’t find the proper forms, you directed shirin to the area of the forest where you and collei found nilotpala lotuses, you were nothing like the creator he saw at pardis dhyai. you didn’t stare with glazed eyes as padisarahs and sumeru roses were brought forth, you listened in earnest when he spoke about the differences between the various kinds of ferns.

if anybody were to meet you, they’d know in an instant you were not the creator.

his heart itched within his chest. he ignored it as worry.

“that’s exactly what i’m implying. as i’m certain you know, their identity is hallowed, and anybody attempting to infringe upon it needs to meet justice.” the golden eye on his headpiece flashed, the sides beginning to narrow into eyes before he shook his head and it passed. “but in truth, that is not why i am here.”

tighnari stared. despite having a fondness for jokes, cyno was never one to laugh about his duties. “what do you mean? collei told me you were here on behalf of the akademiya.”

“the matra are here on behalf of the sages,” he clarified. “i… i am here for other reasons. personal ones.”

his eyes flicked around the room again, and tighnari’s narrowed. “well, don’t hide behind double meanings, then. what is it?”

cyno’s jaw flexed as he chewed at nothing, his arms uncrossing. his eyes focused somewhere around the bed, and he seemed lost in thought. whatever it was, it had to be a big deal, but for him to hijack the matra’s arrival instead of coming on his own time…

“the one on the throne is not our god.”

he said it with such conviction that tighnari found himself agreeing, waiting for whatever had gotten him worked up, and it was only when cyno’s eyes closed as he braced himself that it registered what he said.

“what?”

“i have gathered evidence across many sources, both academic and religious, common and exclusive, and i can’t bring myself to kneel at their feet any longer. i have been ignoring my own mind for too long for the sake of my conscience, and i am confiding in you now what has been brewing in my mind for months.”

in the silence that stretched, tighnari almost wished he hadn’t spoken.

the way he spoke, from his words to his tone, reminded tighnari of when he reported to the sages, like he wasn’t tighnari to him and was instead an authority.

“cyno, i don’t.. is this why you didn’t go when they were at pardis dhyai or sumeru city?”

he nodded. “i can’t be in a place where they’re being worshipped when i’m so conflicted. i thought about pulling you aside in the city, but…”

tighnari didn’t think he’d ever seen cyno so meek in his words, none of his normal power behind it. he’s… tired, a quality he knows he’s felt but has never seen on him, the almost nervous way he keeps glancing around the room edging on alarming.

“alright.. uh, moving past that for a moment, what does that have to do with why you’re in gandharva ville? wouldn’t you want to not be involved?”

cyno’s eyes dragged from where they were locked behind him with uncharacteristic slowness. “the person you’re hiding may be the real creator.”

the simplicity to his words had tighnari believing it, even as it didn’t fully register in his mind. he knew cyno attached a religious aspect to his work, to the point the people in sumeru city sometimes calling him an extension of their judgement—even as it was more like the akademiya’s, most time—so he knew that whatever he said on the topic was both well thought out and reliable.

which is why he was silent even after it clicked.

“what are you saying, cyno?”

“they’ve been staying here, haven’t they? in this room?”

“this is my and collei’s-“

“don’t tell me you haven’t been able to feel the difference in the air? the way it seems to flow slowly, lingering, like it has something to wait for? there’s no heavy blankets on the bed, and yet everybody else is talking of how cold the weather’s been lately.”

“that’s because this is an insulated room, and we’re right up against a cliff.”

the quick pace to his heart was back, this time less of worry and more of confusion. you couldn’t be the creator, not when you bore so little resemblance to the one on the throne. you were good at what you did, plants thriving under your care even if you forget to water them. call him selfish, but tighnari almost wished the creator could go back to wherever they’d been, since they’d been much kinder there, both to their vessels and the world.

you weren’t them. they weren’t even close to being you.

“you’re considering it.”

he crossed his arms, forcing himself to still. “i’ll admit—not that you didn’t already know it—that we have taken a refugee into the village, one the sages might call a criminal-“

“that’s not what i mean, tighnari, and you know it.”

“can you give me a minute? you can’t just drop a massive load of information on me like that and expect me to continue like it didn’t happen!”

“you’re reacting oddly.”

“well of course i am, you’re telling me the same person i took in and sheltered from your bosses is somebody you want to take away back to them, and that’s not even covering their injuries- they’ve barely been able to walk outside of the village, and you want to take them to the city?”

“when did i say anything about the sages?”

tighnari stopped, his chest heaving. his hands froze mid-air, his tail still flicking in a mix of irritation and stress, thoughts moving quicker than he could understand them.

“what?”

“i never said anything about the sages. i never said i would take them.”

“w- well it’s implied, if not in your words then-“

“i don’t deal in implications. you know this.”

he did.

he knew cyno. he knew how he spoke and acted, he knew that the small emotion in his eyes was indicative of empathy and not ruthless justice. he knew he held reasoning in high standards, he knew that if he stopped and thought about the words coming from his mouth then he would agree.

but he couldn’t think.

all of his usual composure had faltered and faded, leaving him grasping for a hold as his thoughts swam like a raging river around him, even standing a struggle amidst the tide. all he could do was watch, his head racing and hands shaking, as cyno stood on the bank of rationality, with his crossed arms and cool eyes that dared him to step forward and sink beneath the waves.

he had no real reason to fear so much for you. by now you were gone, by now you were safe and far past the statue of the seven by the chasm, hidden in a place where even cyno would struggle to find you. you were crafty, clever, and you had more than enough supplies to last until he could go to find you.

he had no reason to be afraid.

yet his heart still raced a rhythm he couldn’t follow, his mind tripping and skipping with worry.

why?

his tail wrapped around his side and he picked out a cluster of petals from it, mostly just to give his hands something to do.

as he did, he noticed it was a full flower, likely knocked off one of the samples on the desk. it was small, blue, with smooth petals, and he recognized it after a moment’s pause.

“this is a hydrangea. what is it used for?”

the flower quivered in your shaking hands. “root and stem are for… for medicine. petals are tea.”

collei nodded, smiling brightly. “exactly! you’re a quick learner, aren’t you?”

you smiled sheepishly, trying to hand her back the flower, but collei held up a hand, closing her pack with her other hand.

“no, you keep it. take it as a congratulations for all your progress!”

you were hesitant to accept it, that much was clear, and tighnari tied off the small parcel in his hands before speaking.

“you really have done well. you’ve only been here for a few weeks, but you’ve learned a lot.” he set down the packed herbs beside where he was leaning on the table, directing all of his attention to you. “i know it’s mostly for safety, and you’re not going to be a ranger-“ too much paperwork was required, he couldn’t risk it “-but still. i’m proud of you.”

you smiled.

it likely wasn’t the same flower—that ‘class’ was months ago, now—but it dragged a realization to the surface of his mind.

in the short, fleeting time he’d known you, he had come to care for you as he did collei.

even then, only after a week or two of you being there, a certain fondness had taken root in his chest. something bright, something that bloomed like a rose yet without any of the thorns. something that he watered every time you winced when you walked, something you fostered when you helped treat collei’s eleazar when he was out clearing a withering zone.

something that grew as he realized the poultice you had made had helped clear the pain faster than anything he’d made, even as you both used the same recipe, something that lashed out when kamran questioned your place in the village. something that spurred him to action when he thought you were in trouble, even if it was only cyno.

something that burned bright, something hot that blurred his reasoning even when he knew it was wrong, something that made him want to bare his teeth and keep you safe by his side.

something that should be impossible for him to feel towards you, as it was a golden and warm feeling that did not exist in teyvat, only ever glimpsed at altars.

tighnari looked up from the flower and into cyno’s knowing eyes.

“alright.”

relief washed onto his face, a small nod the only other sign that he’d heard.

“i’ll report nothing to the team—i trust you’ve gone over this, given your reaction?”

he let the comment slide. “yes, everybody here knows what to do in the case of the akademiya or the millelith coming here. it was collei’s idea, actually, and she took care to make sure that everybody had it memorized.”

cyno nodded, taking a step towards the door. “good. and if you ever need to collei matra, just get me instead.”

“…”

“do you get-?”

“i got it, cyno.”

[ghostdice]

for a certain mutual who wanted the chris ver of my fwb musings <3

mdni, i know it's not explicit but it's still suggestive. thanks!

chris wears his heart on his sleeve- always has. you’re the ace he holds in his hand, and he’s never been a gambling man, but he’d go all in for you. he settles into your life with ease, and learns to read you with ease- hell, if you came with an instruction manual he'd re-write it himself. (in attentive detail. "field research," he'd grin, tongue swiping over your slick, swollen lips.)

it’s a good thing that he doesn’t actually gamble, though. he hasn’t got much of a poker face, especially around you. his smile says it all; it's like a neon sign & you light it up brighter than vegas. you could make him a million dollar man, just by being his baby.

he'll ask you to dinner one of these days. he’s planned and re-planned your future first date since that first night, but chris wants it to be special. (to be perfect. how could he give you anything less?)

one of these days, though, he'll throw away all pretense- take you somewhere nice, make up for lost time.

[nevis-the-skeleton]

Happy Birthday Jonathan Crane!!!

[cornflakesdoesart]

Micheal and Book <3  

for starshaker for the @startrekwintergiftexchange ! :))

Sorry for the delay, I kind of went on an odussey with this piece but it’s finally here and I hope you like it! ^^ 

(Under the cut I included the 4 discarded sketches as a bonus :’D)

I discarded these bc I wasn’t happy with the likeness, and I tried that technique were you trace the structure of a face and the landmarks on it but I felt like it didn’t work for me, also I couldn’t make the pose work, my brain just refused it and also also I couldn’t draw grudge in a pose and prespective and style that made sense and was coherent with the rest of the picture, so I had to let this go and start over, it be like that sometimes  :”)

[mindibindi]

The fact that Mulder and Scully never got a well-lit, well-shot kiss unencumbered by obstacles of any variety (be they bosses, babies or broken bones) is made all the more frustrating by the fact that David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson both look like really, REALLY good kissers. DD has played a lot of sexy/romantic roles; "Californication" alone gives ample evidence of his kissing prowess. Gillian hasn't played as many roles requiring make-out skills but she does this thing in "Playing By Heart" where she pulls back from Jon Stewart's mouth and traces his lips with hers.... 😳😳😳 She does a similar thing in the FTF blooper kiss, where she pulls back from David/Mulder and makes his mouth chase hers. She teases him a bit with her tongue before diving in... 🥴🤯🤤 and YES, she is hamming it up for the crew (not us cos we were never supposed to see it GRR). Actually, she hams up that moment more than David, who just plays it straight. That is NOT how Scully would kiss Mulder for the first time. (Maybe for the second time. But even so. Mulder would be like: Wait a minute. Nice girls don't kiss like that. And Scully would be like: Oh yes they fucking do.... And then do it again). Those blooper kisses are ALL Gillian, not Scully. And as grateful as I am that the kisses Gillovny tried so hard to insert into the M/S narrative leaked, I can't even believe THEM as real Mulder and Scully kisses. In short (not that this is news): WE WERE ROBBED. Over and over and over again. Because not only do DD and GA have the most epic chemistry in television history, not only do Mulder and Scully have the most epic love story in television history, NOT ONLY do DD and GA have the most kissable lips in television history, I believe to this day that they also possess the oral skills to elevate a well-lit, well-shot, well-timed, completely unencumbered kiss to the most sensual and satisfying consummation of sexual tension of all time. Only Chris Carter is a puritan so. Here we are. 30 years later.

[jerrsterrr]

Personal Space!!! (non-existent)

practiced poses with Solar Lunacy !!

inspired by @glitzybunny and @crystalmagpie447 !!!!!

[keykidpilipili]

Hi!! I was wondering if you can show me the Khux/ khdr color style? I know it has already been explained to me but I'm a visual learner (the one that needs to see the examples instead of reading it.) I hope you don't mind, thank you... :)

Here's something I threw together real fast. Hope this help.

I would like to thank Roboloid and the KHInsider staff where all the images in this tutorial come from.

[ID : the title of the picture is in light tuquoise on a dark green banner says in all caps coloring khx-ux and in lower caps under it by Keykidpili slash PilichainArtAndMemes. The first block of text caption reads Hair and head gear usually have the greatest number of shades  since it’s the most visible part of the sprite. Paragraph break. Note stripe lines can be done by picking a very dark color and lowering the opacity of the layer. This block is flanked a breakdown of the different shades of orange used on the left for the pumpkin head accessory on the left and for a bob cut on the right. The number 1 beside it. The left one uses five different shades and the right one seven. A text caption on the bottom right of the pumpkin head reads sneaky highlight. The number 2 is beside it.

The second block of text captions reads Right limb parts are slightly darker. In many cases you can copy paste the left parts and add a shading layer with lowered opacity over it. On the left is a cropped picture of green, yellow and white shoes with a breakdown of the two different shades of green for the left and right feet. The number 3 is written on the left.

The last block of text reads If your outfit is very details or has many base colors, use less shades for clarity. Gameplay showsthe sprites small so zoom out to check if the design isn’t too busy or if details don’t get lost. See figures 4, 5, 6 and 7. Paragraph break. Also pure black as a color is valid! On the left is a breakdown of the shades of khaki overalls outfit, there are three shades of cream and four shades of green hightlighted. The number 4 is written on the left. On the right there is a breakdown of the five shades of purple of the modern prep outfit. 7 is written on the right of it. Above is a cropped screenshoot of the Anguis keyblade armor torso with the number 5 beside it, as well as as the plaid shoulder bag with a Lady plush in it with the number 6 alongside. End ID.]

[lammydraws]

his vessel

I also edited this one to match their fleece now

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