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melioriisms · 6 years

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@governinglion hit the heart for jodes

The first time the Governor came to take her to from the slot in the middle of the night, she had been confused. Afraid of the unknown. Unsure of what to expect. Willing to follow, just because it was the Governor, after all, and she didn’t think she’d be put into harms way. Her mind had searched for explanations as they walked in silence, hoping that maybe night time was when those in the slot were allowed out for an airing, or even just to shower.

It wasn’t long before she was proved wrong.

Since that first night, the leather gloves consumed her mind; Joan was the only thing she could think of, the only thing that she would dream about. It didn’t matter that she knew it was fucked up; what mattered was that she was trapped in the prison with no release date in sight and no way to fight or flight. The only thing she could do was obey and try to keep it from getting to her too badly.

What confused her the most was what happened after the pain, how she’d be gathered up and soothed. It wasn’t anything like when Franky, or anyone else, for that matter, would comfort her, but it was something to hold on to, something to survive for.

“I haven’t told anyone — I swear!” Jodie’s face contorted in fear and she shrunk down, not wanting to be hit, not wanting to be touched, not wanting to even look at the monster in front of her. She wanted to disappear into the thin air. “And you know I won’t. I won’t. I told you I won’t.”

#( this is left vague so you can decide how fucked up you wanna play her ok #like #it can work for before the torture even begins #in the middle of it #or right before the aftercare bit #or even not during any session at all and just in her office when she's out of the slot #whatever you're feeling up for!! )#governinglion #tw: torture #&. queue

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hotgirlinahotcar · 6 years

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* headcanon free-for-all

tagged by: several of you for other things (that are started but still in my drafts...). And with all of y’all already tagged in those too... instead of re-tagging the same people for the same stuff... new thing... tagging: @conviictus / @melioriisms | @cunninglinguistx | @governingmouse | @governinglion | @nicophaught | and everybody else who wants to | non-rp-blogs: just replace ‘your muse’ with one of your fav chars to write about notes: the following answers are heavily influenced by headcanons {d’oh} and whatnots and are subject to change if we ever actually find out more about Gidge...

♥ is there an article of clothing that means the most to your muse? Yep, several. Nope, not her jackets. All the special shirts and other garments that weren’t initially hers but somehow ended up in her possession for some reason or other... (except for stuff that was just discarded or forgotten at her place that ends up in her closet without having any special meaning to her).

❀ what does your muse’s daily routine look like? Most days Gidge gets up at the asscrack of dawn to go surfing - unless the weather won’t permit it (in which case she either goes back to sleep, wakes up her woman for a different kind of workout or catches up on chores and whatnot instead). After a quick shower she then shows up for work barely on time and spends her day there being her glorious sapphic psychologisty self... then after work there really isn’t much of a routine anymore, it’s more of a day to day thing... either back to the beach, or when stuff is piling up, it’s time for chores/errands/paperwork etc and she does the adulting thing. The nights that are all about her girl and spending time together doing whatever they feel like really are her favs though (especially when those also happen to include beachy-surfy and/or lesbionic stuffs). If she’s single though, she might turn her axe-effect up to 11 and hit some lezzie nests for starters... Just hanging out with friends in general is never a bad idea either. And of course the more or less sporadic lazy and quiet nights in are good for the soul too. Naturally, with a lifestyle like that, there also are the days when she’s just beyond exhausted because all that lack of sleep for various reasons caught up with her and she just goes to bed early to recharge properly.

◎ does your muse plan for the long-term or short-term? Both. Realistic goals and all that. Of course she’s only human though, so while she may have the sapphic psychologist skills professional knowledge beneficial to maintaining a healthy balance in general, advice is always easier given than taken. In consideration of that, in most matters, she not only encourages clients and friends alike but also tries to live by it herself. On the flip side of that, nothing wrong with indulging in occasional crazyass notions either. Even the wildest dreams come true for some people after all... In advice-mode she’d also insist on cautioning against actually expecting the more unrealistic stuff to happen though. Cause that kind of thinking has the potential of providing the ideal environment to the birth of delusions.

◆ what is one secret your muse has? Her girlfriend Franky is probably the biggest one... and the canon one... other than that, in verses where she did the pro-surfing circuit thing, it’s not so much of a secret as a part of her life that she just doesn’t share with people at work... with the long lost kid trope, there’d be that... then I have plenty of ideas about the reasons why she got into psychology in the first place... like being forced to go to a mental institution/straight camp when she was a teenager... as in shit was done to her there by the people who were supposed to help her and it becomes her calling to provide therapy done the right way and save people from suffering the likes of what she had to endure... lotsa stuff along those lines. And then there’s the ever classic infinite roulette game of insanity: ‘paid for college (or whatever) by being/got rich by being/gets off on being/leads a double life as/is undercover as/used to be/is mistaken for/pretends to be/wants to be/is forced to be/is being lured into becoming/is basically the same person {cause you’re playing the same muse - a stripper/porn star/lingerie & nude model/hooker/high class escort/assassin for hire/notorious thief/criminal in general/heir to a famous crime family/rockstar/other type of celebrity/is married to/divorced from/related to (somebody rich and famous)/vampire/mermaid/witch/werewolf/alien/ghost/superhero/immortal/time traveler/pirate/ninja/dinosaur/rocket ship/shark toast/swirly whirly junglepants/several or all of the above/is basically the same person {cause you’re playing the same muse - and somebody knows/finds out/stumbles over the intel/gets dragged into it/starts investigating by looking into something unrelated/gets an (anonymous) tip/comes from that world too (and is either keeping the same secret or the complete opposite, is well known for it/comes from another but equal/similar/conflicting/antagonistic situation/is basically the same person {cause you’re playing the same muse}’ {you get the point, these could all go on forever and range from slightly canon-divergent to the crackyassest bloody shit you could ever imagine... Now, I’m not saying I could imagine Gidge in any and all kinds of scenarios, but I’m never not up for at least spitballing, no matter how cracky and insane it might seem.} {Back to the serious side though, I love the whole secret thing so much, so there’s gazillions of headcanons/ideas that I have, but not too many that I’d just ascribe to Gidget in general, so it really depends on the thread.}

ϟ who means the most to your muse? why? Her girl. She’s the love of her life and the world wouldn’t make sense without her in it. And while Bridget had a life before her, since she met Franky/Lorraine/*insert your muse’s name if you wish*, she can’t imagine ever going back to that because she doesn’t even remember what she was living for before she experienced the love they have for each other.

☛ what is your muse’s biggest regret? {I’m gonna leave this basically open for now because I think that would heavily depend on plot and thread and whatnot.} For example, if she did have a kid that she lost somehow, obvi it’d be that... but ‘kids are gross’ versions of her never even would’ve had said child and thus would have entirely different biggest regrets... ex pro-surfer Gidge might forever mourn the loss of that career and might not ever stop resenting whatever ended it... {so yeah, options, options, options... with variations... and alternatives... so just scroll back up to that roulette wheel and we’ll leave it at that until something specific comes along.}

❥ is your muse cool? She thinks she is anyway... XD Nah, she’s chill, but she def has that adorkable side too. Especially when she’s actively trying to be cool... like that ‘I’m not a screw’ scene... {Sorry babe, but your inner Elsa had her gloves on there...}

✯ which three traits define your muse? {Actually... lemme change this one a bit... you can do either version, whatever you prefer.} to be answered at some point in the not so distant future {So I just realized this is just gonna make this post a lot longer and doesn’t even quite fit in with the headcanon thing anymore anyway and can easily be a whole other tag thing by itself...}

♕ would your muse hug a monster? *smiles at @governinglion with wide open arms* {PS: Dude, we really should start talking about starting something... I even have a couple of ideas I’ve been meaning to shoot at ya but haven’t yet cause my ADD is playing fucking pinball with me atm...}

❣ is your muse a fighter or a lover? What’s with the ‘or’? It’s entirely possible to be both at the same time... Just sayin... So yeah, definitely both. Particularly so when the lover brings out the fighter. (That goes for kinkyass passion-motivated activities as well as the ‘my love for you will make me fight to the death and I ain’t letting nothing and no one get in my way’ thing.)

✎ what does life mean to your muse? Biologically, she’s pro-choice. Philosophically... okay, yeah, nope... not gonna go there. To answer in some profound yet vague and still revealing way I’d have to write a fucking epos. So I’ll pass. Your call whether you wanna ponder the meaning of life or disregard this one too.

Disclaimer: Actually this was a meme before I misappropriated it for this. So all credit for the questions goes to whoever wrote them originally. @vhsmeme I think... I hope you don’t mind that I turned it into a tag thing instead. By the time I realized I should’ve fucking asked you first, I had already written most of the replies... so...

But yeah, not cool to just assume it’d be okay, and I acknowledge that. Sorry!-ish. In my defense tho... there’s a hugeass ‘free-for-all’ right there in the title... I just realized that... XD

#conviictus #cunninglinguistx #governinglion #governingmouse #nicophaught #playing tag and stuff #headcanons #wishlist #gidget the surfer girl #sapphic psychologist #gidget's secret past #take courage from her as your prize #she's a mystery girl

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afraidofchange · 3 years

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indie multi-muse roleplay blog — written by Lexie ( she/her, 30+)

BLOG THEME CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION !

This is a Sapphic-oriented multi-muse featuring canon & original characters from various video games, shows, & films. I roleplay at my own pace - if this bothers you, this may not be the blog for you!

Muses have varying levels of activity - I am currently writing my comprehensive exams for my doctorate, please be patient! - click the muse tab, then ‘notes?’ to check activity levels!

I write here most of the time, but I can also be found at @idolbound, or @governinglion.

#OOC.#PSA.#PINNED POST.

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idolbound-a · 5 years

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ROLEPLAY HISTORY

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to roleplay as, have role-played as and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people). Aside from that, please repost instead of reblogging!

CURRENTLY PLAYING:

Multi Muse @afraidofchange

Meredith here @idolbound

Joan Ferguson @governinglion (she’s still There)

WANT TO PLAY:

I still wanna rp Sheila Hammond from Santa Clarita Diet on my multi

Same with Penelope Alvarez from One Day at a Time

HAVE PLAYED:

Ashley Williams from Mass Effect

Samantha Traynor from Mass Effect

Helena Harper from Resident Evil

Elliot Stabler from Law and Order SVU

Rachel Duncan from Orphan Black

Zarya from Overwatch

WILL/WOULD PLAY AGAIN:

Elliot if I wanted to write a guy again

Also, I’d bring back my Inquisitor and or Hawke if I had time.

tagged by: stolen from @teleidoscopic tagging: y’all.

#;MUN #;OOC

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delxsive · 6 years

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How I Run my Blog:

SPEED: depends on time time of year honestly ; during the school year i frequently try to procrastinate and end up answering very quickly, closer to the summer exams begin and i also go back to working full time, so my replies are slower. basically it fluctuates greatly and i am a mess.

REPLIES: i usually complete them in the order that i receive them, though sometimes i will wait to tackle the longer ones if i’m tired in order to avoid my writing turning into gibberish.

STARTERS: i like plotted out starters because i feel like me and the other person are on the same page, though if i’m familiar with the other writer then non-plotted out things are also quite nice and tend to last longer. also, non-plotted starters can always serve good ice breakers for new interactions so that’s nice.

INBOX: never be afraid to come into my inbox for anything or send me a meme / turn that meme into a thread, i love it.

SELECTIVITY: i don’t think i’m all that selective honestly, if i’m following you then i’m definitely interested in writing with you -- i don’t often rp with other’s that i’m not following though.

WISHLIST: i have so many random things on my wishlist ok.

HONEST NOTE: ivy has a largely oc background which can be intimidating at times because i want to make a believable character, though i take confidence in the idea that even canon characters are technically oc’s to the writer who brought them into existence. this site has been very helpful for developing my writing and i honestly owe my university paper gpa to everyone on here who has helped me learn how to write over the years (since like 11th grade oh god lol). . . still not perfect by any means but it’s better than no experience at all !

Tagged by: @cunninglinguistx Tagging: @undermycontrol @prxdigaldaughter @governinglion @bodyxhorror @sadiesawyer @thingsmissed

#;; outofimpulse.

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governingmouse · 4 years

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❛ our backs tell stories no books have have the spine to carry. ❜

Milk & Honey: i want what i want - in the heart of these unspoken moments

No longer accepting.

Forced to take time off, rid of her sense of purpose, Vera seems incapable of learning the implications of proper rest. In the shower, she claws off dead skin. Scrapes and scrapes until she’s as pink as a newborn baby. She cannot scrub enough. Fine, hairline scratches adorn her skin. Her fingers trace those ragged welts. Let them hurt, she decides. Somehow, she convinces herself that she deserves it. In the aftermath, she envelopes herself in a warm, soft, grey towel. The sweet angel of mercy never felt so far away.

Cast as another forgotten martyr despite catching Conway in her futile attempt at a prison break, the back of her hand swipes along the underside of her red, raw nose. Ruin is a song to be sung, even wailed. How weak and powerless she feels. She swallows her fears and anxieties, still wracked by disappointment worming its way into her head. How many times does she give up the best parts of herself?

From the pressure, her spine curves while her shoulders sag. A horrible tenseness embeds itself deep within her muscles, her back aching. It’s the pain often accompanying the stress of working a double. The twinge in her wrist, freshly wrapped, only makes matters worst.

During after hours, Joan visits her, just as she did when Mum was at her most terrible, most tyrannical. Reassured in the moment, Vera neglects their positions - their precarious predicament. Yet, as if in disbelief and weary resignation, Vera shakes her head. She no longer reeks of vinegar, but feels soiled by marginal failure, small and insignificant in her empty home. It’s impossible to sortout the complexities in a single night.

Torn between wanting to be alone and yearning for the company, this is the feeling of never being enough. Vera steps aside and lets her in. She always lets Joan inside.

Orders are easy to follow, obey, adhere to. Quick to throw away the old parts of herself, Vera quits her sniveling at last. She’ll learn from this. She’ll grow. She swears upon it with a rattling fist banging against her chest.

Yes, Vera gives away the last parts of herself. Thrown away the old mouse alongside Mum’s belongings. Life continues its cycle, history a shadow’s constant threat. It’s a journey to heal, to learn from old behavior.

Joan pours her a glass of Pinot that’s a glistening ruby shade.

A guiding, messianic palm settles on the curve of her neck. Beneath that steady hand, Joan feels the fragile knob of bone. She forces Vera to look at her. Experiences the rivulets of water trickle down Vera’s dewy skin. Drowning in an over-sized navy house robe - ratty, old thing, clearly cherished, but Joan makes note to replace it.

And Vera drinks in the attention. Dies a little. Leans into the killing blow.

That glimmer of pain Joan finds more riveting than a Botticelli piece. She wets her lips, savoring that glimpse of weakness.

“It’s just pain,” Vera dismisses the years of abuse, the era of neglect, with a deep gulp of wine and a flippant toss of her hand. It stirs a fire from within, but Joan Ferguson has always been responsible for kindling that fatal spark. “My story isn’t that interesting.”

For years (to endure all her tears and fears), Vera has learned to swallow her pain. A strained, wavering smile sits in perfect place. Caught in implicit duality, she wants a better life, a better story, for herself. Although hesitant, Vera searches Joan’s face for some sort of sign, some expression to set her on the right path.

#governinglion #{ here i am... treating this prompt like a fanfic bc i'll inevitably post it on ao3 lmao. }#{ so long overdue. }#♔; v: SPLINTERS LEFT BECOME YOUR PAIN { S2 }#♔ ALWAYS WITH YOU. // Freakytits (Joan & Vera).#♔ Slotted ( ASKS ).

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vorcotec · 6 years

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60. side hug.

She had been looking at the photograph. The teenage girl in it was almost unrecognizable, except for the long, dark hair and the cool glint of her eyes, a version of Joan from thirty or more years ago, already poised to dwarf her father in height, to take on the world with fencing foil in hand. Jane tried to think: what would a picture of herself from this time look like? Oceans away from Australia, she would have been about the same age as Joan, a pallid shrinking violet wincing away from the camera flash in her ugly prom dress. She tried to see herself meeting Joan then.

She realized, late, that Joan was talking. “… women’s team,” came her deep voice. “I could have competed at the championship level.”

“Oh.” Jane could believe that. Joan was very good at anything she put her mind to. “Why didn’t you?”

“It wouldn’t have been practical. My father…”

Jane looked sideways at Joan. She could see the furrow of her brow over her eyes, looking at the photo, and the way the corners of her mouth tipped down, but that could mean anything: Joan looked at a pot of pasta sauce much the same way, if it was giving her trouble. It was her voice that caught Jane, how it died uncharacteristically after the word father, how it had been steady and calm, but only calm-seeming–like the ocean’s surface, concealing riptides, currents deep, deep beneath.

She inched closer and slipped her arm around Joan’s waist. She felt the slight twitch of her body in response to the contact, and the tension that followed–Jane was the same way, when she was surprised. She leaned her head on Joan’s shoulder, and her other hand came to touch Joan’s arm, making sure to stay on the fabric of her sleeve, not on her bare skin. “That’s alright,” she said, and that was all.

send me a ✿ for a kiss or a hug. ∴ @governinglion.

#governinglion #∴ meme response tag.#me: writing about joan? time for O C E A N M E T A P H O R S #me: writing about joan? time for U N N E C E S S A R Y D R A B B L E S #ghsldghsdgsvndlfjs #thank you for sending this in :*

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hotgirlinahotcar · 6 years

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Cruskin - My Soul To The Devil acoustic version { @governinglion - if you’re into that sort of thing, this is a rocky indie alternative band from France on the lgbtq+ side of things. The lyrics of this one couldn’t be more Joan I think.}

#cruskin #my soul to the devil #tunes: all #tunes: fuck the labels #tunes: freakytits and freakyfeels #tunes: mun recs #tunes: sapphic psychologist

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cunninglinguistx · 6 years

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@governinglion

It’s a scenario she’s replayed in her head over and over and from the start she knew it was a bad idea but that didn’t stop her from wanting to act on it. Taking on Ferguson was a suicide mission. Franky knew what she had done to Bea, to Allie. Jodie. Mr. Fletcher. Countless others. The woman was a fuckin’ psycho and that made everything near impossible. It was worse than dealing with Jacs. Sure, Mrs. Holt had been manipulative but nowhere near Joan’s level of calculation. Cold, calculated, methodical. Downright meticulous. That meant Franky had to think this through. If she didn’t do it right, it could cost her her life. Just as it did Red. Nights had been spent pacing her cell, trying to convince herself to let it go while another part of her kept telling her she needed to do this.

Everything in her gut told her not to do it but she couldn’t help the sinking feeling that if she didn’t try, she would regret it. Allie had been unsuccessful in her attempt and had been lucky to walk out unharmed. Franky now felt it was up to her to end this. Get payback for all of them. For herself. For Allie. For Bea. Shit, even for Iman. Despite what she had done, she didn’t deserve to be murdered. Especially not when she was Franky’s only ticket out of that place. Maybe that’s why she wasn’t thinking clearly and was so desperate to get at the Freak. Freedom was so close only to be snuffed out by leather clad hands. She’d put out any flicker of hope that she would get out of this place alive. So what did she have to lose? Nothing. Going down for two murder’s she didn’t commit? Why not take the Freak with her? She’d be a hero if she came out of it.

It had taken quite a bit of time to nail down Ferguson’s routine. She certainly was a creature of habit though. That much was obvious even when she was governor. The time to strike would be in the shower block just like Allie had only this time she would finish the job. Her girls would make sure the Freak’s cronies weren’t readily available to help her. Franky’s actual intent wasn’t made clear to them, just that she had a plan. Now was her chance and she wasn’t going to fuck it up. A shiv tucked into the sleeve of her jacket, she was quick and quiet to enter the shower block and behold the Freak standing before the mirrors with her back facing her. Everything in her told her to run, be fast, get it over with. But she needed answers.

Blue hues are glued to the reflection of her face in a steam coated mirror and she takes a few steps forward though maintains her distance. She’s certain that Ferguson knows she’s not alone so there’s no hesitation in breaking the silence and calling out to her. “Why’d you kill Iman, hm?” There’s a quiet sniff and she wipes at her nose with the corner of her sleeve. The last few days had been spent in a state of shock, wiping away tears, coming to terms with the fact that this prison might become her reality for the rest of her life. “I would’ve been out of here, been outta your hair. You could have done whatever the fuck you wanted in here with me gone. But no. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, Joan? Why? Why’d you do it?” It’s the only thing she really needs to know at that very moment. The shiv is still hidden away though she’s prepared to use it, fingers gripping the handle even tighter than she already was.

#governinglion #v; maybe the only way outta here is in a box (season 5)#[ franky bout to get herself into some deep shit ]

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afraidofchange · 4 years

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Answer these questions then tag blogs you’d like to know better

Nicknames: Lexie is a nickname Zodiac: Aquarius sun, Sagittarius moon, Pisces rising. Height: 170 cm / 5′7″ Time: 1:03pm EST Favorite band / artist: I have so many but because I was supposed to see Lauren Ruth Ward (see icon) in concert tonight before it was postponed, I’ll say her, LP, Florence + the Machine, Stevie Nicks, Fleetwood Mac, and the Dixie Chicks Song stuck in my head: Gaslighter by the Dixie Chicks Last movie I saw: I’ve been binge watching Grey’s Anatomy since the start (on season 4 now); can’t remember the last “movie” I watched aside from Tiger King documentary eps lmao. Last thing I googled: ‘Holliday Granger Tell it To the Bees” Other blogs: @idolbound and @governinglion Why did I choose this username: It’s a lyric in the song ‘Landslide’ and I was stumped for other URLs but now it’s just stuck. Average amount of sleep: 6-8 hrs depending on how much of a dumbass I wanna be. What I’m wearing: blue jeans, purple uni hoodie, and teeshirt. Dream job: sociology professor/researcher / farmer. Dream trip: I’d love to backpack Europe but also just travel all around Australia for weeks on end. But right now? i’d kill to go back to Panama City Beach and practice the ancient art of wake n bake on the beach every day for a week or two. Favourite food: medium rare steak paired with asparagus and a twice baked potato. Play any instruments: I play guitar and have been self taught since 2010. I have both acoustic and an electric guitar but to save my grandparents’ sanity I just stick to the acoustic these days. I used to play the tenor saxophone in 8th grade music class. Eye colour: brown Hair colour: brown. Languages you speak: English, some Quebecois French, some Portuguese, and I can read Latin. Most iconic song: My Neck, My Back (Lick it) by Khia. Random fact: I’m currently rocking a perforated ear drum in my left ear. Describe yourself as aesthetic things: Coffee with cream and sugar; cattle grazing in a grassy hill field during a serene summer sunset; muddy work boots; women in plaid flannel and jeans.

Tagged by: @mindsmade thank you! Tagging: tag me if you steal!

#MUN.#MUNDAY.#OOC.

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