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l0vem41l · 2 months

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star stickers and best efforts.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, hurt/comfort but 100% not at all, reader is mildly mean when nervous LIKE A BAD DOG /ref and most definitely written self-indulgently by accident, sun is mildly condescending, they r each others best supporters, mentions of a customer being rude but rly nothing crazy, sun uh... he's an interesting fella, BIGGG dialogue chunks im sorry im sorry 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. the daycare attendant/sun/sundrop

author's note: my wip title was literally just "the one where you're yelled at" :p but... hiiii!!! obligatory return to fnaf real quick becuz,,, no, i still havent gotten into the ruin dlc but YES i do love sun's personality in help wanted 2..... if this is ooc u can erm. shove me into wet concrete. (。﹏。) aaannywayz!! missed this!!! missed this so much!!!! ( ╯□╰ ) sorry for not valentine's day posting,,, scandalous ik since im lit rally Called Valentine. but oh well. enjoy! or dont. if you dont im sorry please request fnaf stuff so i can Fix That /srs

if you weren't relying on this job to put food on your table and a roof on your head, you’d burn the freddy fazbear’s mega pizzaplex to the ground for a piece of pocket lint and a pat on the head.

maybe it’s a bit dramatic to say that— you're paid well, you like your mostly robot coworkers, and most of the time (emphasis on most and not always) the work is manageable enough.

the customers are another story.

sun notices the minute you walk in the daycare. you look like you're a minor inconvenience away from murder— which naturally, makes him feel inclined to prod a little.

“well, someone’s awfully sulky today!”

while you’d typically crack a smile at the upbeat jester animatronic, his enthusiasm in the face of your misery is grating. there’s no energy left in your body to banter with him— you were using most of it to drag your feet over to the shoe caddy, toolbox in hand to fix up its shelf, now hanging askew due to a busted bracket.

“can it, sunny, i don't wanna hear it.” you mutter, more venomous than you intend it to be. he doesn’t even blink at your grumpiness. instead, he happily holds up the shelf while you inspect it and grab a new bracket to secure it.

at least he’s trying to make himself useful. you think to yourself.

his faceplate tilts slightly, staring at you with that ever present grin. his staring isn’t really helping, but you don’t fault him for it. you’ve gotten used to his antics by now. “woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” sun questions.

you shake your head.

“got yelled at by a customer— now, if you could please just drop the topic—” you sigh exasperatedly, not even bothering to finish the sentence as you sit down cross legged in front of the shoe caddy, slumping slightly in defeat.

much too persistent for his own good, sun decides that inquiring even further about the incident that seems to have you beat down is a good idea. “what’d you do?”

you consider feigning offense as he insinuates it’s somehow your fault. but you don’t. you just shrug it off.

“my job.”

“ah, they do hate it when you do that.” he tuts.

“it wasn’t even that big of a deal,” you mutter, getting the bracket in place and marking it, “this one kid just so happened to walk up to the arcade machine i was putting an out of order sign on. i felt bad, so like, obviously, i hand the kid a few tokens, apologize politely, explain— and you’d think it’s all good right?”

you pause mid-ramble as you fix up the shelf. in all your misery, you forgot that you don’t even know exactly what caused the shelf to collapse like this. you consider asking.

sun leans in just a bit too close, interrupting your train of thought as you stare at the shelf. when you glance at him, he gives you a little nod.

go on, he seems to say wordlessly. he’s waiting silently for you to continue your story. it’s never not unnerving when he’s quiet.

“...anyways, uh... the kid’s dad came by and got mad or something. didn’t understand why i couldn’t just let him play one game since it looked perfectly functional— keep in mind, this is the arcade machine that literally kept eating up tokens only to not function, and shocked kids when it did— so i kept trying to explain why i couldn’t exactly do that. but for some reason, it was such a big fucking deal—”

“language.” he chides.

“...fricking deal. of course, i had to be berated for it. i offered to grab them more faz-tokens as compensation and i thought the problem was solved... and then i checked and saw he still left a bad review. definitely gonna hear about that from management.” sun hands you a tool as you continue to speak.

“but now i’m upset, i’m definitely in trouble, and my face hurts from the whole customer service smile i was holding that entire conversation. like seriously, i don’t know how i’m expected to do that 24/7.” you stop at your last remark and stare at sun and his unchanging expression. “...my bad.”

the awkward silence only lasts for a moment, thankfully. you’ve spoken your piece— sun decides to speak his.

“you did your best.” he says simply, as you finally fix the shelf into place. he pats you on the head and doesn't even hide his amusement when you sulk.

“i know that tone, sunny, you're making fun of me—”

“poor thing.” he continues, grinning brightly as he makes a show of patronizing you. sun’s hand continues to pat the top of your head gently, like he would when consoling a child. or when greeting a dog. has he,,, ever seen a dog before? probably not.

you groan and manage to shove his arm away.

“i do mean it though,” he continues, his tone still lighthearted— but notably more earnest as he notes your expression. sun helps you put your tools away neatly back into the toolbox, even though it really is just a one-man job.

“you tried your best,” sun closes the toolbox with a flourish and a click, “...and for that—!”

with a dramatic flick of his wrist, bells jingling as he does, sun produces a gold star sticker from… somewhere. he holds it up for you to see.

and then gently presses it onto the tip of your nose.

“to my favoritest human employee here! and my bestest of friends!” it’s hard to bite back a smile at those words. even if his little show of empathy and affection is much too theatrical for your current mood.

“whatever.” you shrug a little, unable to stop the corners of your mouth from twitching into a little grin. standing up and grabbing the toolbox, you give him an awkward thumbs up.

“thanks. and uh… sorry. for being mean. i guess.”

sun shakes his head dismissively, bouncy and bright as ever. “oh, don't mention it!”

something about his seeming lack of offense towards your prickliness makes you feel even more guilty. still, he gives you a wave as you head out, “bye-bye”-ing happily as you walk away, sticker stuck to your nose and smile on your face like an idiot.

you decide you’ll find a way to make it up to him later. you figure he deserves that much for putting up with everything.

meanwhile, sun is taking mental notes on more stuff to break of whenever you’ve been away for too long. just in case, of course. maybe you’d have more interesting customer encounters to rant about. and hey, you could use the company, couldn’t you?

— reblogs always appreciated!

#fnaf sb #fnaf sun #fnaf dca #sundrop #fnaf x reader #sundrop x reader #fnaf sundrop #dca x reader #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sb headcanons #sun x reader #daycare attendant x reader #fnaf security breach headcanons #dca x self insert #how do i tag again #help wanted 2 #kind of #not really

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tobytoaster · 7 months

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*stumbles out of the room covered in blood* I just need to rewatch third life…

#my art #third life #traffic smp #3rd life #how do I tag again #grian #goodtimeswithscar #bdubs #zombiecleo #jimmy solidarity #hi

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bucketfan427 · 4 months

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oh my god I’m going to explode WHAT (waiting on my last three Tally Hall plushies to arrive)

#tally hall #youtooz #tally hall youtooz #WHERE ARE JOE ROB AND ANDREW IM :[[#ross and zubin plushies are. here though so. YEAUU #man I want all of the plushies together where. are the others WHAT #haven’t posted in a while #how do i tag again #uh help #thumbs up rmoji yeau

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oddity-artist · 1 year

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SPOILERS FOR THE NEWEST EPISODE OF AVM: EPISODE 30 "The King"

anyways *sips on tears*

#art #my art #fanart #artwork #alan becker #animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft #purple avm #king orange #avm purple #avm spoilers #avm #comic #sketch #doodle #how do i tag again

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lwk3y · 1 year

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#wilbur soot fanart #wilbur soot #cwilbur #how do i tag again #yes based off that one vocaloid song

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platypus-whit-boots · 2 months

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I don't know why, but it's 00:47 in the morning and my sleep deprived brain brought back to the surface the memory of this old fanfic I read as a teenager about teen Wolf. And it IS old, like I was still in highschool kinda old.

It was this sterek human AU with both of them as single parents and a touch of found family in the mix.

I read it in Spanish on Wattpad (yeah I know, I have since redeemed my self by moving to ao3) because I ran out of fanfics in Italian about my hiper fixation of the time in said language and had muvet to Spanish. (I have since moved to English and I am starting to run out of content)

It was called "Stiles Stilinsk: sequestrador"

If you want to read it do so at your own risk. It contains: mpreg and adult content, the naughty kind.

#wattpad #fanfic au #fanfic #not on ao3 #we're dead and we love it #how do i tag this #i don't know #idk what tags to use #how do i tag again #dead inside #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek x stiles #sterek #derek hale

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hisuikouha · 4 months

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shameless plug but my newest MosExu fanbook is now available on my Ko-fi shop, along with the last two fanbooks!

You can grab them with only $7 per book only on my ko-fi shop! https://ko-fi.com/hisuikouha/shop

#arknights #how do i tag again

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l0gic1 · 1 year

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creeper-craft · 9 months

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got this from an all for the game review

#teen wolf #scott mccall #lydia martin #theo raeken #stiles stilinski #jeff davis #i hate you jeff davis #memes #crack #how do i tag again

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bosbinnsusb · 2 years

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Autodoc his ass

#had to go in game for the screencaps #fallout #fnv #fallout new vegas #courier six #fonv #courier 6 #shitpost #fnv meme #caesars legion #fnv lucius #the legion #fnv ncr #how do i tag again #uhhg mb bdjsjmmshhdmmmmmmm #iuuhhhshjhj

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cookii-moon · 1 year

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I'm here to spread my Ninjago neurodiversity headcanons

because this fandom does not have enough of it and I felt like it. Also because i missed neurodiversity week by one day.

uhh yeah. I wanted to have an art too but I didn't expect posting this so soon-

Anyways.

Zaneeee the classic yay.

He's definitely neurodivergent.

I don't think he'd identify as anything in particular, but he identifies as neurodivergent cuz he's a nindroid and because of that doesn't fit in or think like neurotypicals.

He's a bit of an outlier because of that tho, even in neurodiverse places.

He's decently public because he's too innocent to see how anything could go bad just because he shared it. Poor Zane, bless him :,) he definitely ended up being harassed at least once.

Cole because everybody overlooks him and I'm disappointed /hj

Okay this man is autistic. Tell me otherwise. Tell me otherwise right now. Like have you seen him.

He's very closed off about being autistic. I feel like Lou was definitely not very accommodating of it and encouraged him to mask n stuff, (which btw can lead to a huge number of anxiety and self worth issues later down the line, so do not force people to mask).

There's a lot of stigma associated with autistic people that I feel like Cole definitely wouldn't enjoy, so he keeps it pretty tight under wraps and tries to mask when he can.

He especially doesn't like telling people he knows because he doesn't want a close friend to potentially start treating him like an infant or helpless, or assume he has no emotions or starting to distance themselves from him.

He hid it from the Ninja for the first few seasons. Around after S4-5 when he and Jay had become close again he decided to tell him. I feel like he was jealous or impressed by how open Jay is in comparison (we'll get to him in a moment) and how accepting the others were. Jay's reaction is easily summed up as *HAPPY NEURODIVERGENT SOLIDARITY SCREAMING* but also "I feel stupid for not connecting the dots" and then they went from bffs to... also bffs. But now they get to make adhd and autism jokes together.

Jay helped him be more comfortable and feel more confident in himself and he finally told the other Ninja after DotD because he ended up experiencing several massive sensory overloads at some point, since being autistic made it so that the issues you'd have from finally being able to touch things after a year or two would've been amplified ten fold, so he kinda had to tell them because it stuck around for several weeks.

He still isn't very public about it towards strangers, but he's getting better about feeling comfortable with it himself and not, yknow, experiencing social anxiety 24/7 around his friends.

He's definitely on like the mild-mid end of the spectrum. He doesn't need too many accommodations, but he does experience sensory issues and might need alternative explanations for some things.

He's usually pretty closed off when he first gets to know somebody, but overtime when he does get to know them and becomes comfortable with them he gets pretty social and sarcastic with them, which doesn't always go well since he can't tell when someone gets legitimately hurt or offended or when it's just part of the joke, so being more public about it with his friends has made it so they can communicate better with that type of stuff :D

...You may notice that this one is substantially longer than the rest and the reason for that is because I'm autistic so I feel more confident about writing about an autistic character. And also because autistic Cole makes me feel represented because way too many autistic characters are either robots (which is fine, but one of my symptoms is I have difficult to relate to those types of characters) or very stereotypical. So.

I try to keep the others shorter because I don't trust myself as much with those LOL.

Also he may be colorblind, but he's not sure.

Uhh Jay

Yeah

He has adhd, probably a comorbidity too like OCD or smthn. He's in the very hyperactive group, and he's pretty public about it because he feels comfortable with who he is and doesn't really care if some idiot takes issue with it (or well, pretends like he doesn't care, except he actually does)

And ye, that's uh, about all I have to say because I'm super hungry and tired sooo

Byeeee

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vxnillite · 9 months

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OC OT3 drabble

"Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did"

a little action x reincarnation au (with a twist) brought to you by Timeless by Taylor Swift because i assigned that song to my partner's OC pair from Avatar (idk if Coda has a tumblr but i will update this with his username if he does)

anywho, meant to be just PragerSpence but my poly heart yearned for just a tiny bit of ot3 (JaPragerSpence) in some form :) i love them dearly and i regret not writing them until now

Phoebe Spence ©️ Coda (@/so.oty on ig)

Prager and Ja ©️ Avatar (not claiming them, tho Coda assigned first names for them and i used them here)

Disclaimer: The Na'vi is called "hostiles" by Prager here. No, I do not believe that they should literally be described with such prejudiced language. I only used it in the parts where it appears because those parts are written from the perspective of an RDA soldier who would, more likely than not, hold such beliefs against the Na'vi. I don't condone using derogatory words such as 'hostiles' to call the Na'vi like the RDA does in the movie. Personally, I don't see them that way either, and I wrote those parts simply to fit Prager's perspective.

Mercs and soldiers ran down the hall towards the hangar, all geared up and ready to head out to battle at a moment's notice. Their heavy footsteps were like thunder to Prager, who was marching off in the opposite direction.

Ever since Quaritch declared all-out war with the natives, something was boiling deep inside Prager's stomach. It made him queasy, almost lightheaded if he really focused on it. Only something very specific would alleviate the feeling. Prager was walking—running now—to where he knew this something would be.

His gut had been telling him something bad was going to happen. That something was going to happen to her.

More soldiers were piling out of the armoury when he arrived, but he pushed through the crowd, invigorated more so when he sighted the familiar, bright red ponytail he'd been looking for for the past 20 minutes. Prager grabbed the person's arm and whipped her around to face him.

"Oh, geez, Prager, it's just you. What are you doin' here," Spence asked, rightfully confused, "You're supposed to be gearin' up in your AMP!"

Unable to ignore that twisted feeling in his stomach, Prager let the urgency in her voice fly over his head. He answered, "I need to tell you something, Spence."

His grip on her arm was tight. Spence had noticed that much. Normally, she wouldn't take so lightly of Prager acting out of protocol, but the storm brewing in his eyes gave him away. Spence put a reassuring hand on Prager's, and she mustered up a smile, one warm enough despite the circumstances.

"You can tell me after we come back, alright?"

"Please, it's important," he asserted, "I don't think—"

"We'll have time for it over cold beer and dinner." She gave him three pats on the hand. "Now, come on. They need all hands on deck for this one."

There was no getting through with her, he figured. With a sigh, Prager let go of her arm and nodded.

"Alright," he said.

He turned back towards the exit, but Spence grabbed his arm, just like he did, and gave it a squeeze. When he looked back at her, Prager saw her smiling up at him, bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks blurring out everything else in sight.

"I'm curious still, y'know," she said tautly, as if her tongue was itching to say something else. It was—unbeknownst to him. But she never pressed on, just added, "So, don't die on me, 'kay?"

Prager managed a smile even though his stomach just did a flip. "Copy that."

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Prager waited alongside the ground troops, anticipating the natives to come in droves while still tuning in intently to their squad's radio. He communicated almost religiously to his corporal up until the enemy arrived.

The ground troops rained bullets on the few waves of hostiles that charged in on horseback. Prager had to pretend like he wasn't at all fazed as people at either side of him were getting shot down with those pesky arrows. But for every RDA merc that went down, three or four natives fell to the ground. Prager was not about to become complacent though. He kept the trigger, rearing his guns wherever he saw blue coming in from the foliage, from behind the trees.

The natives weren't getting anywhere near them, it seemed. A technologically-powered barrage against their medieval, solo target weapons? It was just common sense.

Against the muted thunder of raining bullets, his comms suddenly crackled. A single, desperate voice came through.

"James—!"

Then Spence's line went dead.

Prager's hand flew to his neck. He pressed down hard on the tiny, metal button, and called out in a single, ragged breath.

"Phoebe!"

But he could not wait for a response. Beside him, Lyle ordered a charge. The ground troops charged.

Prager was a seasoned soldier. He's fought in war zones, and kept his focus sharp as a needle while he did. But the scene before him now was suddenly a blur. A bloody, chaotic blur bombarded by choppers dropping bombs on the battlefield. Meanwhile, his aim was just running wild. He was still hitting the enemy, but those were just blind shots.

Spence called out to him. Her voice screamed his name. Prager wanted nothing more than to turn back, look for where she was. People can survive helicopter crashes, right?

But if she didn't survive…

Prager grounded himself as best as he could, and the battlefield came into crisp focus. In front of him, the enemy was retreating, fleeing deeper into the forest in swathes of blue. These people… Hostiles… They killed Spence and everyone in that chopper with her, along with many of his brothers and sisters at arms.

Prager flexed his fingers, then tightened them. The mechanical arms that mirrored his own were now tightly holding the machine gun in its hands.

Make them pay.

A new wave of shots was fired, one fuelled by white hot rage unparalleled in Prager's entire life. Not when his father hit his mom, not when his brother bailed out on them, not when his mom so flimsily excused the bruises that never afforded young James a good night's rest.

The fight was no longer about the war between the RDA and some alien race. Not for Prager, at least.

When the last of the natives had either fled or dropped dead, finally, Prager stopped. His entire body trembled with aftershocks of his anger that was yet to die down—it was only just simmering for now.

Behind him, the rest of the ground troops had stopped, too. Lyle said something about keeping an eye out for a second wave. The ground started shaking, then more and more so with every passing second.

Prager looked up. All he saw was a swirl of greens, blues, and purples. It was coming right at him.

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A spike of pain covering his entire chest woke James up into a state of shock and panic. He sat up and looked at his hands. Gone were the bizarre, metal things that ran up to his fingers, and all he found was a thin coat of cold sweat. The rest of his body was covered in it, too.

A shrill ringing startled James even more. He whipped to his bedside table and frantically grabbed the phone. The lit up screen read an unusual date.

8:30 AM — August 1, 2052

James opted to turn the alarm off. He only had two seconds to get his wits about him when a groan came from beside him. The sheets that laid and bunched up on the base of his stomach and carried onto an unidentified lump next to him rustled slowly. Then, James saw the red hair.

"Phoebe?"

James watched as an arm stretched out from under the sheets, then pushed it off to reveal his stunning c—fiancée.

"Babe, what's gotten you so startled," she yawned adorably, "Had a nightmare?"

A good 5 seconds after that was spent by Prager just staring at Phoebe. It was just enough time for her to gather her wits about her.

"Is there som—"

James cut her off with a hug, which was more like a squeeze, to be specific. The sick feeling in his stomach, the tight knot in his chest, the constant pulsing in his head… it all faded within seconds as he sank into her embrace and Phoebe pulled him in deeper.

"God, Jamie, you're so shaken up…"

James found his voice soon enough. "Just a nightmare, ma chérie," he answered as he wrapped his arms tighter around her. A huge breath of relief escapes him.

"Well, it sounds like it was awful," she said while rubbing his back. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Instead of answering, James threw at her his own question. "Phoebe, what do you think dreams are?"

Phoebe's hands stopped moving, and they just laid still on the broad of his back. Without pulling away, James knew she had the most adorable pout on her lips. She always did that when she was thinking, no matter how deep in thought she was.

"Well, I read the other day that dreams are, like, snippets of another life. Past or future." Hints of interest lightly laced her tone. She continued, "It's a pretty cool idea. Cooler than dreams just being recycled shit of our everyday life because I've had some weird ass dreams."

James hummed. Then he pulled away. His hands slid down to Phoebe's, and he held them gently.

"Indulge me, then, chérie," he said, brushing his thumbs over her knuckles. He looked into her eyes. "If any of our past and future lives were to intertwine, would we still be together?"

Phoebe's lips cracked into the brightest, warmest smile. She cradled his cheek in one hand, and James leaned in.

With the voice of a gentle spring breeze, she answered, "As long as we keep meeting, I'd pick you in every lifetime, Jamie."

Then she kissed him softly, smiling into his lips. James kissed her back, smiling just the same.

"And I wouldn't waste a second to tell you how much I love you."

Just as James was about to say something to that, the door flew wide open.

"Enough sappy shit, you two," Alexander boomed as he stood in the doorway with nothing but an apron and a proud smirk on his face, "Breakfast is served!"

Phoebe bloomed anew. She pecked James on the lips and raced out the door, but not before sparing her other fiancé an identical kiss.

Both men look on to where Phoebe had run off to. Alexander laughed to himself, then turned to James.

"C'mon, handsome," he grinned, "I made your favourite this time."

James felt like a big warm blanket was just tossed over him. His heart was bathing in that tenderness, and it showed in his smile. He got out of bed, unbothered that he was only in his boxers, and came over to give his fiancé a soft forehead kiss.

"You were twitching a lot in your sleep," Alexander said. "Everything okay?"

James nodded. "Just a little nightmare. I've already forgotten about it."

That was true. For a moment, James truly tried to rack his brain to retrieve any sliver of memory. Yet, there was nothing. Dreams were fleeting, the memory of them even more so. If this one was meant to be forgotten, then James would let it be.

But for just a fraction of a second, he thought to ask his fiancé if the word 'Pandora' meant anything to him.

"Alright, then." Alexander squeezed James' arm reassuringly. "And I've forgotten something, too."

James pushed his initial question to the back of his mind. "Ah, and what might that be," he asked, "Mon chouchou?"

"Extra flour. So if Phoebe finishes your parfaits, we're having boring, buttered toast for breakfast."

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