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#alien x human au
harveywritings92 · 1 year
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Symbiote au: Symbiote! König and his host R/n are trying to sleep but their next door neighbor is playing loud dubstep, cut to R/n rapidly knocking on the neighbor's door]
Noisy Neighbor: Yeah?
R/n: Hey, can you turn your music down, please? 'Cause I'm having a really hard time sleeping.
Noisy Neighbor, rolls their eyes: Tsk, Whatever.
[They’re about to close the door when R/n, semi-merges with König, holds the door open and snarls at them]
R/n & König : We said....TuRN iT DoWn!
Noisy Neighbor, freaked out: y-Yeah, sure, Ma’am. Yeah. I’ll j- I'll just turn it right down. Sorry.
R/n, relaxing: Thank you. Thank you. (goes back to her unit.)
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rotten-carcass · 1 year
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Domestic!AU
Just a little thing i enjoy quite alot.
Basically, Yautja and human peacefully co-exist on earth (also alot of other alien creatures). Pluto is a tattoo artist and recently got together with R'kathei-de, a single dad who works as a bouncer at a local night club. Bhu is a rather shy child but he likes his dads new partner.
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burb27 · 3 months
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A Star Trek fic idea!
Some alien spies pretend to be humans in Starfleet intending on learning federation secrets.
None of the humans aboard the ship are actually human, they’re all spies from different planets! Lol
They are all really bad at being human but no one knows that much about humans so they can’t say anything.
Officer one1 : “ your bleeding! Wait do humans have green blood?”
Spy 8: “……. Sometimes”
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adventuretimeaddict · 4 months
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theomniart · 1 month
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AU CONCEPT - 'BEN' X
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The basic concept is that Alien X's DNA overwhelms the Omnitrix's System and Permanently merges with Ben.
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celestialspecial · 7 months
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Expanding Galaxies - (Pt 6)
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You stood on the balcony to your room, admiring the clusters of stars that painted the night sky. The sun had already set, painting the horizon in a wide array of purples, oranges, and pinks before fading into the deepest navy.
A far off sound of calling birds and various ambient noises from the waterfalls around you sang out in a brilliant chorus.
A cool breeze blew through the air making you shudder, rubbing your shoulders for a hint of warmth. To be fair your outfit wasn’t quite suited for a nighttime stroll.
The gala to celebrate successful exchanges and encourage new ones was tonight and a fanciful dress had found it’s way to your bed. It was never something you’d have ever picked for yourself and yet wearing it tonight felt right.
Gossamer tulle in the palest blue spread over your shoulders, spilling forward to gather at your waist, held by delicate braided silver ropes that reminded you of tree branches reaching outward.
Little was left to the imagination as your chest was nearly exposed save the tender fabric barely concealing your breasts. A slit cut gracefully up one leg, the rest hidden by the waterfall of fabric pooling to the floor.
But your favorite part had to be the rivulets of crystals dotting along swaths of the material, catching the light this way and that. The night sky made manifest on your gown.
A section of your hair gathered in the teeth of an opalescent comb, just enough to keep stray hairs from your face.
Another gust of wind had you shivering and backing away from the balcony just when a firm single knock sounded on your door.
Closing the entrance to your balcony, hoping to stave off the chill and gather as much warmth into your room before nights end, you slowly made your way to the noise.
The wind was no longer chilling you but the tingling running through your body at the sight before you was prominent nonetheless.
Billy stood before you, cloaked in the deepest navy. Like the sky, you thought. Lush velvet with satin black piping and two opal cuff links, similar to your hair comb.
His dark hair appeared almost an inky black as it was slicked back, matching dark scruff hugged his jaw appearing a little less ‘clean shaven’ than you were used to.
His dark eyes roamed your body hungrily. Pupils lost in a sea of inky blackness and you swore you could feel each body part light up as his gaze traveled over it.
“You look…” his eyes finally returned back to your face to hold your attention, “transcendent.” 
The heat rose in your cheeks and surely you could feel the warmth extend to the front of your very exposed chest. Hoping he didn’t notice, you smiled up at him, fiddling with a piece of the silver rope before accepting his outstretched arm.
“Shall we?”
You’d never been to a gala on earth but you were sure they couldn’t compare to this. 
Packed to the brim with xiadians and humans all clothed in fine fabrics and covering every hue of the rainbow, even a few others that toyed with your eyes in a downright alien way.
Tables of fresh cut fruits glistening under candlelight, baked goods with their sweet aroma wafting into the air. Meats and seafoods, some recognizable and others completely foreign.
Chalices of dark sour smelling liquid and flutes of bright pink bubbling mixtures were passed around. You noticed only the xiadians seemed to be gravitating towards the foul smelling drink.
Music rang out and a large dance floor was filled with groups walking, chatting and dancing. The music you recognized, songs you had heard in earth, orchestral tunes that made your heart ache thinking of home.
As a servant passed by Billy grabbed two glasses of the sparkling pink flutes and handed one to you. It felt like an icy cloud soaring over your tongue, fizzing in the back of your throat.
“So what is-“ you inclined your head towards the goblets a few more xiadians grabbed and tossed back heartily. “That?”
Billy swallowed the rest of his own drink, his dark eyes returning to yours.
“It’s zhelaris ale. Incredibly strong and incredibly terrible.” He winked at you. “But xiads…well let’s just say it takes a lot to get us drunk.”
Your eyes drifted back and forth to the beautiful gowns and the dance floor. You’d never been a skilled dancer but something inside your cells seemed to hum with the tune being played.
This wasn’t missed by Billy, who set his glass onto a passing tray. Gently taking your own empty flute and placing it on a nearby table.
“Would you like to dance?” 
Heat rose in your face, first excitement soared through your veins then a telltale bashfulness at the chance of potentially looking like a fool.
“I would, but…”
His one eyebrow rose, gaze encouraging you to continue. 
“But, I’m afraid. I haven’t dance, at least not like this…in a very long time.” 
“Well the good news is it’s a lead dance. So all you need to do is follow me and my steps.” The worry must not have completely left your eyes because his thumb was there at the side of your mouth, brushing your skin softly.
“If you should not enjoy it or wish to continue we don’t have to.” 
He held his hand out to you, letting your own fingers drift against his, his warm skin tingling against your own.
Slowly guided out to the dance floor, the fabric of your dress skating along the marbled surface behind. A firm hand resting against your waist. The soft touch of his thumb resting against your bare skin where the dress cut off. 
The music struck up a melodic tone, and then you were moving. It resembled enough of a waltz for you to catch on. Thankfully Billy was enough of a good dance partner that following his lead came naturally.
Whirling and twirling past other couples, the swell of the music capturing you both in a vivid haze. The candlelight danced across his face, you could’ve sworn you saw blue sparkle in dark eyes as the next cascade of shadow fell over you.
How your feet kept pace you didn’t know but the notes sped up then reached a crescendoed peak before a final dulcet tone rang out to signify the songs end. 
Laughter and clapping actually spread through the onlooking crowd and dancers. You smiled up at Billy, his own expression one of pure enjoyment. 
Playfulness danced in his eyes, and you noticed his hand hadn’t left your waist. A moment later another song began, one much more different.
Slower, thicker, deeper. A rolling melody with the steady undertone of drumming. The beat seemed to coalesce with your own heart.
You felt your partners hand grip yours tighter. More xiadians took to the floor, it was clearly a song that they knew. 
Eyes widened and heat rising to your face as you glanced around.
“Billy, I-I don’t know this song.” How to dance to it, how to move…there was a roiling in your stomach. 
The tempo was all consuming, ancient. It reminded you of Billy. Feeling the weight of his stare on you before he leaned in close to whisper, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.
“Just follow my lead.” Trust me. An unspoken phrase. 
Your chin dipped with a quick nod and then you were off. The rhythm would grow and fade in a sensual flare.
The movements were much more fluid, there was an indescribable feeling that prickled over your skin with each new motion and gesture.
Did the other humans feel it too? You wanted to look at them but your eyes couldn’t be torn from the face before you.
A being carved of rock and energy and shadow and power. Smooth, calculated, a predator stalking its all too willing prey.
And his eyes…his eyes no longer black but an unearthly blue. The thunderous muscle in your chest beat a rapid tattoo as the music began to pick up.
Spinning, the room around you blurring, fingertips digging into the soft velvet on his shoulders. 
Was it the drums or the blood pounding in your ears? Ritualistic- a carnal beat. This dance unlike anything you’d ever seen or felt before. 
Peaking higher and higher, the trill of singing notes whistled in your mind as your head felt like it was filled with the fizzing pink liquid.
His grip on you remained tight, guiding you through each new loop, swirl and dip. Gliding and you could swear your feet hadn’t touched the ground. 
The song reached its climax and in a rush of movement, hands hoisting you skyward as you leapt up in a final display. 
In that weightless moment you could see others also being lifted as part of the dance in your periphery. 
Then held aloft for another second before Billy lowered you steadily and slowly. Your body pressing and grazing against the entire length of his own. 
It sent ripples of pleasure tingling through your body. His forehead rested against yours, strands of his hair tickled your skin as you could breathe deep the scent of him. 
When you looked once more his eyes were again their original deep brown. 
Realizing the both of you were panting Billy lead you from the dance floor and off to a less busy alcove by the drinks. Your chest seemed to buzz with frantic energy. Had it been the deepest parts of your soul those drumbeats had reached or something else?
It was dim in the hidden corner you two had retired to, yet your eyes didn’t dare drift open fully. Letting your hand skim along the side of his suit jacket, then shifting it underneath.
You feel Billy tense under your fingertips, hard muscle, a breath stopped short in his throat. It felt good, having just a moment of power over him.
Your other hand reached up to join underneath his coat. Splaying against the silk of his shirt. It rippled and cascaded in colors reminiscent of an oil slick. 
Pulling him deeper into your hiding place. Music played on, close but also so far away. You needed his mouth against your own. To taste him after that dance, had it affected him as it had you?
Feeling your tug Billy leaned in closer, legs coming in close as you pressed yourself further away from the crowd beyond.
His mouth against yours made your head feel dizzy. Light and heavy all at once. 
Maybe it was the dancing, maybe it was the drinking maybe it was everything but you couldn’t suppress the giggle building in your chest as his stubble brushed against your own jaw.
“What’s so funny?” The delicious scrape of his trimmed beard pressed to your flushed skin.
The way his brown eyes glimmered in the lowered light of the evening. Soft and wicked.
“Do you ever not feel weird about this?” He always seemed so confident, like he was destined to be here and you were a laughable mistake. 
“I mean, to me you’re a spaceman.” The laughter rippled through your body at the awkward statement. 
“A man of the stars?” His own mouth was pulled into a grin as he placed another kiss along your neck, tongue darting out to tickle the shell of your ear.
“Starman.” Your fists gripped into his jacket, knuckles going white. If you held onto him tight enough perhaps you wouldn’t topple over the side of the planet and its weak sense of gravity. 
“I suppose that is what I am.” Your lips met again, his hot mouth working against yours until you didn’t need to open your eyes to see stars.
When he pulled away and you could breathe once more a memory crossed your mind.
“My dad used to love a movie called Starman. It was very old, even to him, but I remember watching it. Thinking how when it was made it was considered outlandish and sci-if.” 
Billy watched you recall this moment, eyes scanning your face as if he could read each thought from the minuscule muscle changes .
“It was about aliens?” 
“Yes. An alien, well- he comes to earth and has to figure out how to get home.” The heat in your cheeks wasn’t just from the kiss now.
How he watched you, intently listening as if hanging on every word. You’d never had this much undivided attention before in your life. Maybe that’s why you felt so uncertain to continue.
“And does he…get home?” His hand had moved to press against your wrist now. Pulse fluttering under his thumb. The digit soothingly caressing against your skin.
“Yes.” Your lips parted, tongue licking the bottom one before continuing. “But not before he falls in love.”
You didn’t know it was possible, but his dark eyes grew brighter. A flash of blue then that familiar blackish brown, lit up from something within.
“With a woman from earth.” 
All you could do was nod your head. The marble column pressed into your back, you could feel a film of sweat along your spine. 
If you had blinked you would’ve missed the faint twitch of his lips into a subtle smirk. Quick, but not teasing. No. More telling if anything.
“It seems the writers were ahead of their time with that one.” His hand unpinned your wrist, grazing along the fabric of your skirt, skimming tauntingly against your bare thigh. 
You made a noise from the back of your throat and his hand ceased all movement. Any sign of light in his eyes was replaced with a darkness that gobbled up all the remaining brightness.
You wanted to say something, anything, but the words died in your throat. The heaviness of his hand, warm and present against your thigh. Fingers just brushing the inside enough to make you want to squirm. 
“And this Star man, he goes home. And never sees her again?” You swallowed thickly. In truth, yes that is exactly what happens. Why did it make your chest feel tight? 
Billy was on top of you now, your chests bumping against one another with each breath. Agonizing how you could smell him, his taste still on your lips. How were you to form a coherent thought when all you wanted was for him to tear this dress off of you?
“He does. But he-“ 
“He?” 
“Gives her a gift.” His lips parted in a gentle “ah”. Waiting. He knew. You KNEW he knew. But he was waiting for you to say it. “A baby.”
“Is that so.” 
With that you surged forward, fingers clasping into his hair, nails scratching against his scalp pulling him into you. Lips devouring each other like it truly was your last night here. 
He groaned as your nails grazed down his neck, tugging at his collar. He stepped forward pinning you firmly against the column and you could feel his excitement pressed to your thigh.
His fingers drew up and parted your skirt, until they found their mark. You moaned, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. Hand fisting into his dress shirt as his fingers delved between your legs.
“Billy” 
“Do you want me to do that?”
Your reply was a garbled nonsense of words and noise.
“Do you want me to give you a baby?”
Your mind wanted to battle, to say no- not yet. To remind him it wouldn’t be yours. Not to keep. That as soon as that happened he’d be gone.
That it was all moving so fast and yet not fast enough. The blood was pounding in your ears. You were helpless and hopeless in the worst way. 
And yet you knew resistance was futile.
“Yes.”
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amymaleneart · 1 month
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Been thinking about y/n's aka Stardust's suit in my dca alien!au.
Stardust Veterinary Care (previously named: Alien Human Rescue)
So basically the suit acts as a second skin to all human pets and they are not able to take it off without their master deactivating the suit. Yet it is somehow very comfortable, never chaffs and most of the time it's set in the default setting as a tunic with leggings. It can change in appearance and functionality like turning into a cozy sweater hoodie with full pants and socks when it gets cold. Or can change into basically a one piece swimsuit when it is hot. But again, the master is the only one who can alter the appearance of the suit.
The suit is made up of nano-machine that is in-tuned with the host to the point that if they need to use the bathroom, a hole would just appear to allow business to be done. But humans pretty much wears it all the time.
When it comes to giving humans a bath, the suit simply turns into a very loose nightgown with no pants but the collar size doesn't change. This allows them to be clean without becoming naked. (Mainly because I don't want to write about nudity stuff)
Not all suits are the same, just like there are different quality of collars/harnesses. Stardust's suit is the medical kind and therefore is higher quality. Plus it would have extra features such as GPS and tracking their overall health.
Otherwise, Stardust is stuck with this suit for the rest of their life.
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ferreraxd · 4 months
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Day 3: alien/astronaut🌌🌠
Pov: you went on a mission to check on this planet with potential lifeforms and you find yourself stuck listening to a giant marshmallow alien rambling about anything and everything (check alt for suprise)
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thepenultimateword · 1 year
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Uh for the prompt lists... maybe some roommate dynamics? (Either romantic or platonic) it can be normal people, or like Villain x Hero dynamics, doesn't really matter (at least not to me)
Have a wonderful day! Your writing inspires me a lot!! <3
Ok, this turned into a big jumble of roommate situations, so hopefully that’s ok 😅
1. Human has recently joined an interplanetary space station program and ends up roomed with Alien. Their customs and habits are very different, but they’re trying to learn to get along.
2. Roommates are assigned by housing management. That was fine by Protagonist until they walk in to Antagonist unpacking their apartment. No. They’re not having the worst enemy, the person who ruined their life and once tried to stab them, as a roommate.
3. Hero is unaware that their roommate is Villain until they accidentally come across their signature cape while looking for something else in their room. After that it becomes increasingly obvious, but as to not bring any suspicion upon themself, they decide to stay quiet. However, it’s becoming increasingly more stressful to hide the clues to their own secret, especially when Villain is starting to get flirtatious toward their heroic alter ego.
4. Roommate is a supernatural creature trying to pass for a human. They love the human world but their identity must remain a secret if they want to stay. Human is the only one who knows the truth, so Roommate only reveals their true form at home. Human sort of likes taking care of them, though they require lots and lots of brushing.
5. A and B are both immortal. They found each other by chance, but seize the opportunity to have a roommate who understands their centuries old lingo and won’t grow suspicious that they never seem to age.
6. A and B are both part of an immersion program that introduces supernatural creatures into the human world. To keep the creatures safe, the program always places them in homes in groups of twos or more. A and B are different species of creatures, but it’s nice having someone in the same boat to figure out the world with.
7. After moving to a new city and being hired on a to major villainous corporation, Villain rents the spare room of an apartment. The place is nice and their new housemate seems to be quiet and gone a lot, so they think this will be a perfect arrangement for a villain to remain inconspicuous. That is until they get to their first day of work and find out their housemate is a villain too. Supervillain to be exact.
8. A is sick in bed, so B takes it upon themself to take care of their roommate. Unfortunately, A is a very high-maintenance sick person.
9. Human has been going by a nickname for over a year. It’s a little exhausting when their housemate, Fae, always tries to trick human into revealing their name, but they can’t leave until they details of a deal they made are fulfilled. Besides, despite Fae’s cunning, they’re also very protective of them when it comes to other fae dangerous creatures.
10. All the knights board in the barracks together. Not only does it save time and space, but it also promotes friendship and bonding. Which probably would have been more fun if Knight wasn’t currently pretending to be a man. At least her bunk mate, Other Knight, seems pretty dense.
11. When the prince/princess is sent away for their safety, they are sent with a bodyguard to take care of them. Bodyguard is determined to do their job, but that doesn’t mean they’re not annoyed with the royal’s bratty behavior. They decide if their gonna be stuck together for a while, the royal could stand to learn some independence.
12. A and B are unlikely roommates after they claim the same safe house in a zombie apocalypse. Knowing that survival is slim on their own, they decide it’s best to pool their skills and live together. Turns out apocalyptic settings bond people fast.
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madmanwonder · 5 months
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Crossover Crack Ship: Discipline and Strategy/Sharp-Eyed Precision/Archwitch (Mass Effect/RWBY)
Garrus "Archangel" Vakarian:
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Glynda Goodwitch:
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harveyb-wabbit92 · 4 months
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{Spark doll AU: Kirisaki is watching R/n do a mock autopsy in a medical mannequin for one of her classes.]
Kirisaki, venting to R/n: Hmmm, I’m going to fail that physics test I had this morning.
R/n, focused on fake injuries on the mannequin's head: Why do you say that? You didn’t study?
Kirisaki: Oh, little mouse. I don't need to study for anything. I have centuries of scientific knowledge under my belt, I use this whole school thing as a means to pass the time with.
R/n: If that's the case, then why are you so sure you're going to fail?
Kirisaki: Because I passed Taro in the hallway on the way class and he said “Good luck on your test. I know you’ll do well.” and as you know. I have a pathological need to prove him wrong.
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{Unlike R/n and Tregear who are college students. Taro is a staff member. he's the coach for the college's Boxing team.]
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harveywritings92 · 1 year
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Symbiote! König knows how to use his tongue.~
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blobbei-art · 2 years
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I want all of these new people going through all of my old Kirby art (thank you btw) to know that these all play around with the same idea and the scale i imagined.
There’s technically more of it in my old give-Magolor-pets art but using Kirby’s canonical size of 20cm in relation to humans is such an untapped concept and I love it. More ramble on that in the tags. (I consider Smash and Star Allies to be scaled up/down to fit the rest of the characters)
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tinderbox210 · 2 months
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I've started to watch Resident Alien (which I enjoy a lot so far), so...
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Spocklaan Resident Alien AU!!!
"Being an alien is easier than being a human. We have evolved past emotions, so we aren't forced to deal with things like seasonal depression or road rage. We also have no roads, so nobody can cut you off, not even the Gorn, who are lizard-faced dickheads. After living on earth, I am not just an alien with human emotions. I am an alien with human memories. Is there a point when I become more human than alien?"
In which Spock is the alien crash-landing on earth pretending to be human, La'an is the town's sheriff working with Spock and Oriana and the First Servant are the two meddling kids trying to proof that Spock is an alien.
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adventuretimeaddict · 4 months
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this has been in my head for a few days and I just want to get rid of it 😭
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So, basically Finn is some kind of si-fi space cop and Fern is an alien criminal? Finn finds Fern but thinks he’s cute and doesn’t turn him in ig (Finn gets in trouble for that).
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I’m not sure about the way I drew them..(T▽T) I think I need to make Finn more futuristic looking? I need to make more about this too lol
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crypticvirago · 8 months
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Human Alan with both touch aversion and touch starvation (because you can have both. Anxious-avoidant attachment king)
Robin solves the adverse part through much persistence and now wakes up with a long-limbed Alan wrapped up around her like an octopus (she loves it)
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