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it-happened-one-fic · 1 year

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Charleston - A High-Octane Performance - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author's Notes: I watched so many Charleston performances to write this and learned something. Also, the Scarabia student mentioned part of the way through this fic is techniqually Scarabia B-kun even though he is not labeled as such. The first aerial inspired by Sadie Robertson and Derek Hough’s Charleston on Season 19 of Dancing With the Stars. The flip from Sophie Ellis-Bextor & Brendan Charleston to 'Rock It For Me' on Series 11 of Strictly Come Dancing.The second aerial inspired by Jordan Fisher and Lindsay Arnold’s redemption Charleston on Season 25 of Dancing With the Stars. Written to “Crazy Stupid Love” by Cheryl Cole. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List.

Type: Dance AU/female reader/fluff/can probably be taken as romantic

Word count: 1238

The urge to wiggle non-stop in this flapper dress was incredibly great, and I had a feeling that Crewel had suspected that would be the case when he designed it. I also had a sneaking feeling that Jack was well aware of my wishes too, considering the amused glances he kept casting my way.

But, it was all fine and good since the Charleston was one of the silliest yet most complicated dances I’d learned thus far. For the viewers, the dance looked incredibly fun and silly. For the dancers, it was still fun and silly, but also a very technical and high-energy dance.

I was not the slightest bit worried about Jack being able to keep up with the energy of the dance. The sporty first-year had both stamina and energy in spades, courtesy of his beastman heritage. If anything, he would outpace me and leave me in the dust as he continued dancing on in an unplanned solo.

I was worried about his ability to master the silly angle of the performance, though.

Jack was a fun guy, but he was also quite serious about making a good grade, and I was worried that he was going to let that get in the way of the general silliness of the dance.

But that proved to be an unfounded concern. He kept up with both the speed and the general ridiculousness of the performance with ease.

He stood next to me, grinning as we both matched one another’s kick steps that were inevitably followed by slipping across the floor on twisting feet as we both laughed. But that was the nature of the Charleston. It was almost impossible to not let loose and start laughing as one danced.

Of course, that only added to the exhausting nature of the dance. It was always harder to keep up with a high-energy dance when one added the exertion of laughing to the performance.

On the flipside, though, we had the added bonus of Jack’s considerable strength, which allowed us to pull off some of the more impressive lifts found in the Charleston.

Most of the couples were unable to do such holds and lifts due to weight or awkward height differences. Ace and Jamil, for instance, had only succeeded in the very easiest of lifts, which played off the momentum of the dance.

Even some of my other partners, such as one of the Scarabia students I’d performed with earlier, had been banned from using the higher-level lifts for fear of them dropping me.

Jack, however, proved capable of even the most difficult of lifts, and his immense strength was the only reason I trusted him to do some of the moves we employed.

Such as the one where I ended up with my ankles crossed and both of my legs hooked over one of his shoulders while he spun, swinging me around as I hung upside down.

He sat me down with ease, and I cartwheeled back upright. Feeling slightly flushed from hanging upside down, but still smiling as my gaze met his bright-eyed one while we danced side by side.

Soon though, Jack had shifted around behind me and grabbed my arms as he rolled backwards onto the ground and pulled me with him. It was almost as if I were sitting down on his raised feet to let him flip me on over him where I could then use my momentum to pull him upright.

As soon as my feet had hit the ground, I could hear cheering from the crowd. One of the more notable voices being that of Ruggie’s.

Vargas had been right when he’d told us that our greatest boon would be Jack’s impressive strength paired with my absolute trust in him, which allowed us to pull off all sorts of tricks.

While most of the performers would have one to two flips and/or holds, we were able to keep pulling such tricks off as we trotted around the dance floor to the bouncy beat.

In fact, we even managed to end our dance with yet another hold that involved him scooping me up bridal style before releasing my upper body so that I was once again upside down with my head zipping towards the ground as Jack freely swung me around his body.

I wrapped around his back and grasped his legs while he caught me with his one free arm. He was slightly out of breath as he bent and pulled me the rest of the way around, setting me down in our ending position with me hugging his side.

He glanced over at me, breathing heavier than usual but still bright-eyed from our performance as our fellow students stood from their seats and erupted into applause, “You good?”

I nodded, no doubt flushed from exertion, but still alright and even feeling a little giggly despite the fact I was worn out from performing three Charlestons in a row.

Crewel’s stamina potion had been a blessing today, and, to be honest, I was glad this was my last performance. As much fun as I’d had with Jack, I didn’t think I could handle another Charleston.

“Well done, Mr. Howl! I doubt many of the other students performing the Charleston could have pulled off quite so many aerials and swing holds as you did!” Vargas and Crowley were both over the moon and overly excited as they usually were after a more high-octane performance.

But everyone knew the final word would fall to Sam, the usually nice store-owner who became incredibly hard to impress with any swing dance.

Jack’s tail, which had been previously wagging so fast it was a blur, lowered significantly as all eyes turned to the shopkeeper, who shrugged nonchalantly, “I would’ve liked to see a few more moves typical of the Charleston, such as a flapper walk. But it was still a solid performance, probably a B+. Good job.”

I laughed slightly, turning to face Jack and applauding along with the crowd as he did a first pump and turned, bright-eyed, to see both Vil and Leona congratulating him from their respective seats.

It was almost cute how much his tail was wagging as he received approval from not only the judges, but also his two upperclassmen, whom he so respected.

But then Jack startled me by turning to face me and grabbing my hand in his, “This was your last performance, right?”

I nodded, before responding, still half-breathless from our dance, “Yeah, Crewel said that even with a stamina potion, I could only handle three Charleston's at most.”

He nodded, and I watched as his tail began the wary but hopeful wag that indicated he was fixing to say something else, and he did not disappoint, “Do you want to come sit with me and the guys to watch the rest of the performances?”

I felt a smile creep onto my face as I bobbed my head, “I’d love to! Just let me change out of this dress and I’ll be right over.”

The first-year straightened, his tail now wagging more openly as he responded, “Sure, I’ll wait for you. That way we can walk up to our seats together.”

I trotted off to the dressing area set up for me in the corner of the room, still smiling to myself as a thought hit me.

It seemed like Jack had been making me grin all day.

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wrenkos · 4 months

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year of the dragon!

#furina #neuvillette #genshin impact #furina genshin #neuvilette genshin #neuvifuri #though honestly i'm fine with this being interpreted as romantic or platonic #i've fallen deep into a genshin impact pit basically #my art #idk... i like them... my french little freaks..#i could ramble a lot more. but i will save that for another time

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koroart · 11 days

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Superlads & their Robins ✨ ( WIP )

#could be read as platonic or romantic #though the meme I’m doing this for gives more romantic vibes #but whatever #let lads be lads #even with homosexual tendencies #wip #:: my art #dc #dc comics #jon kent #conner kent #kon el #superboy #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin

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tubbytarchia · 25 days

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"Cool ship art, unfortunately I'm interpreting it platonically" dude it's literally fine lol. Guys please. Art is meant to be interpreted. Don't call it unfortunate just because you think your interpretation differs from the artist's vision (and please refrain from using wording that implies strictly correct and wrong interpretations, it dismisses others!)

#blabber #Sorry this is just. A bit demoralising and dismissive to me as an artist #And well theres a whole other convo to be had about romantic vs platonic interpretation specifically #me personally though I could not give less of a fuck #I view some ships as more romantic and some as more platonic but I personally hate having to sort art into these two specific categories #I just wanna draw girls kissing man. To you as the viewer it can be whatever you want it to be

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darkstarcore · 2 months

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#dragon has a gamer moment #splatoon 3 #side order #side order spoilers #pearlina #waiter! waiter! more yuri please!#seriously though this is like. 100% lesbian. genuinely you cannot give a straight explanation for this #splatoon devs saw people try to defend the idea that pearl and marina aren’t dating and were like ‘are you sure’#the 1% of pearlina content that could be plausibly seen as platonic is meaningless now #these cephalods are gay!!!!!!!

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infinibeep · 17 days

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some doodles of two and gaty !!!!

#im not usually one to ship characters too much #but the osc did something to me #just look at them..#two tpot #tpot gaty #gattwo #gaty x two #could also be platonic though i love them either way #tpot #osc #doodles

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pocketsniper · 1 year

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Sometimes you just gotta accept that you just Do Not want to properly line a drawing and work with what you’ve got.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #spy tf2 #engineer tf2 #spy #engineer #engiespy #practical espionage #this could be interpreted as platonic as well though.#this drawing might seem Familiar to some people who've been following me for awhile #since its set on the same map as my 'snowfall ceasefire' picture #I even gave engie the same mug #which is another reason this could be platonic. same continuity between that and this. in my head #my art

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otaku553 · 11 months

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The eventual kazuha and sanemi dynamic

#kny crossover #genshin impact #kaedehara kazuha #shinazugawa sanemi #one day I’ll finish writing the first chapter. one day #anyways I love thinking about these two #i think platonic relationships are so fascinating #like you could definitely construe so many different friendships as romantic ships but to me these two as friends has so much potential #sanemi canonically dislikes Giyuu because he gives off a ‘better than everyone else there’ vibe that is purely unintentional #and canonically is friends with Iguro for reasons I still cannot figure out #sanemi’s so interesting because it’s not like he’s a purely chaotic character despite what his first appearance would suggest #the manga and genya’s memories clearly show that he has a lot of respect for oyakata-sama because oyakata-sama is not high and mighty and-#does in fact understand every sacrifice that goes into the battles that they fight that he must sit on the back lines for #sanemi is a very loyal person I think once someone has earned his loyalty even though he owes about showing this in very aggressive ways #I think he goes off against genya especially because genya fighting as a demon slayer goes against everything that sanemi has fought for #since they lost their happy lives sanemi has been fighting for at least one of them to still be able to live normally and he probably thinks #that Genya spat on that sentiment by becoming a demon slayer anyways #anyways I think sanemi and kazuha would have such an interesting dynamic #sanemi has the authoritative upper hand as a pillar but kazuha isn’t even a demon slayer which means sanemi’s position doesn’t do much #beyond acting as an indicator that he is one of the strongest of the corps anyways.#they’ve both lost a lot but sanemi still has someone to fight for whereas kazuha is holding onto the last embers of a corpse’s wishes #and I think them having a talk about their motivations would be very good #because I don’t think at this point that kazuha has very much reason to live beyond carrying on Tomo’s wishes #if the swords are parallels to visions I think Kazuha’s turning point will be when he receives his own nichirin sword #sorry for the long tags lmao

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yogacatdeskknit · 8 months

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fanfic idea wherein the strawhats come across a very dangerous pirate with the devil fruit ability to steal voices, who makes a sick show of “collecting” peoples’ voices, especially if they’re the voices of famous (or infamous) people, and Luffy sacrifices his voice to save Zoro’s life. Mute!Luffy ensues but he literally doesn’t care that his voice is gone. He’s just happy Zoro is okay. ofc the strawhats fight and get Luffy’s voice back (and manage to free everyone else’s voices in the process), and when Luffy gets his voice back he has the BIGGEST and purest laugh of the century

#One piece #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #straw hat pirates #fanfiction idea #one piece fanfiction #mute #can be zolu if you want?#whatever I’ll tag it as zolu even though I personally think they’re just platonically devoted to each other #Zolu #If you write this fanfic please credit me #And let me know of it #I want to read your masterpiece pls #Fuck man I might write this fanfic myself #Could be fun

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beez3eee · 17 days

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"Who says a rose by any other name would smell as sweet?"

This is just a random little excerpt from a fanfic i'd like to write. The premise is essentially this: The reader mysteriously transmigrates into Teyvat. After being trapped in the Primordial Sea for an unknown length of time, they manage to escape and decide to traverse the nearby areas. This is a collection of snippets of character interactions.

Fair warning, my target audience is myself. So really, anything the reader insert does is reminiscent of something i'd probably do.

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"Ta-da! This rainbow rose suits you quite well, mon cœur.” Lyney smiles at you, as you grab the rose from behind your ear. Quite the impressive magic trick.

You twirl it in your hands, taking it in. You’ve always appreciated the beauty of flowers, the fragrance, the taste even. Flowers in tea were great, like rose hips or hibiscus petals.

Curiosity strikes you at the thought of tasting flowers. You’ve never had one, for lack of a better word, ‘raw’. And roses, much like the one you’re holding now, are edible.

Actually, is a rainbow rose even a rose? A vague memory of an angry florist ranting about the inaccuracy of the flower names in this game flashes in your mind.

No matter, it’s already been decided. You’re eating the rose, whether it’s safe or not. Besides, eating a flower is a perfectly normal thing to do. Hell, characters in Teyvat eat random stuff all the time: Albedo and spiders, Ganyu and Qingxin flowers, Xiao and snow. This was fine.

Lyney had been awaiting a reaction since he performed his little trick, but the most he’s gotten out of you thus far has been silent contemplation of the flower gifted to you. He’s getting a little nervous. Did you perhaps not like it? Were you allergic to flowers?

His worries, however, were quickly cut short at the sight of you shoving the rose in your mouth, taking a bite out of the top of the petals.

The flower was a bit more bitter than you were initially expecting. You guess it made sense, plants were usually kind if bitter, bar fruit and such. It wasn’t horrible though. You can understand Ganyu’s enthusiasm when it comes to Qingxin now. Maybe if you ever visit Liyue, you could try one for yourself.

Actually, why not try a flower from every nation? They made wine with dandelions in Mondstadt, were those good by itself?

You move to go in for another bite but pause as you see Lyney’s facial expression in your peripheral vision. Looking up, you're met with a look that's a cross between mild horror and amusement.

You make sure to finish chewing and swallowing your first bite, “Thanks for the flower.” You can't believe you almost forgot your manners, how could you just go straight to muching without even a proper thank you?

Your nonchalant response to his surprise at your actions managed to shake Lyney out of his stupor. “ah.. um yes.Yes, of course.” His looks between you and he half eaten rose a few times before whispering.

“..Is it actually good?” He glances to the side where his sister stands, making sure she couldn't hear. Lynette just looks on at the scene with silent mirth. You nod, already having taken another bite. It’s no wonder flower petals are used in baking. They look pretty and don’t taste too bad either.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #lyney x reader #it could be completely platonic though #honestly up to you #reader insert #genshin impact lyney #lyney

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featherdusterbelphie · 2 months

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A Clingy Boy Sticking For 15 Centuries

(not really but he's a demon so)

A/n: something possessed me the other night and I came back to an old idea of mine. BTW, I did not know how to end this lmao...oh well ╮⁠(⁠＾⁠▽⁠＾⁠)⁠╭

CW: Satan angst. MC is dead in this fic. If you know the song, you know what's coming. Also includes blink-and-you'll-miss-it mention of Nightbringer.

Word count: 1.8k words total.

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Satan was one of those who did not cry at your funeral. No matter how much his heart clenched or his throat tightened, he didn't utter a single word or shed a single tear. Not even as they all watched your coffin slowly get lowered down into the ground, not when it gets buried in dirt, not when they finally attach the gravestone with your name on it.

No, Satan wouldn't weep upon your death. He had a reputation to keep, and he will not cry even in the presence of his brothers. Even when he finds himself all alone in the Human World, blankly staring down at your gravestone as if willing it to not exist.

Because try as he might to deny it, Satan had as much of Lucifer's pride in him as the eldest had as much of his wrath. He wanted to be strong for you, to be like his older brother. He knew you didn't want him crying on your behalf, knew beforehand that you wanted him to prosper when you died. To move on and be happy.

And he tried.

He tried so hard, but no matter what he did, there just seem to be some horrible creature eating away at his chest, baring his heart for all to see. Tugging at his chest like a heavy anchor, making every single day feel like wading through deep mud, and all he can do is try his best not to sink and drown. None of his hobbies or interests seemed to fill this emptiness in him, especially since everything reminded him of you. His wrath gets even easier to trigger as well, his mood becoming more erratic and unpredictable as time passed.

He can't go on much longer like this.

So he decided to go for a more healthier approach to coping for your death. He decided to write. He researched and found that none of the known healthy coping mechanisms applied to him nor interested him. Some he already tried and some he didn't even want to consider. He searched some more and found that journaling is a good way of letting out heavy emotions and thoughts, but that seemed far too mundane and cliche for his taste. He wanted to do something more, something special.

So he decided to write poetry about you instead.

At first, he was skeptical and hesitant, afraid that the words he'll write won't be able to capture you, his feelings, everything. Afraid that this won't work and he'll have to find a different way to cope. But what if there isn't any? What if he can't cope with your death that he begins to be consumed by his own grief? No, he can't have that. He'll push through with this, see if this works first. He'll think about other strategies when he gets there.

He started writing once a week, just small things to get some stuff off his chest. He forced himself to keep with this schedule of dedicating a time each week just to write about you, or about his day if thinking about you seemed far too difficult at the time. Slowly, it would turn into a regular habit for him, and he would begin writing more. Expressing his thoughts on paper as his chest feels lighter, and his mood gets better.

Soon, he has enough poetry about you to compose his own anthology book.

He doesn't know how but at some point, Asmo found out about his poetry about you and begged over and over again to let him post it. To share it with the others. Satan wanted none of that at first, he wanted to keep them to himself. These were his poetry about you and his feelings, why would he ever let anyone else see them?

But Asmo was relentless. Day and night, every hour he could get with the fourth-born was spent pleading and begging, going so far as to convince their other brothers to help him when he told them about Satan's writings. This irked Satan, of course, because this was the closest thing to an act of betrayal that Asmo could've done.

He knew how much his brothers cared about you. Knew that they loved you just as much as he did. So he knew how selfish he was acting at the moment, and how easily Asmo guilt-tripped and peer-pressured him. So he decided to compromise with Asmo and the others about posting one of his poetry-- but nothing more. Mammon tried to argue about the unfairness of that limitation but one glare from Satan quickly shut him up.

That evening, he decided to post something more light. Something that showcased you and his love but doesn't intrude on both of your privacy, doesn't relay the extent of your relationship, unlike the others of its kind. He pressed that post button right before he went to sleep, turning his DDD off to rest.

When he turned his DDD on the next morning, he gets blasted with tons of notifications from demons praising his work and sharing it all around. As one of the Seven Lords, which is practically a celebrity title at this point, Satan was used to getting praise and likes on his Devilgram posts from his fans. But this is something a bit different. This isn't some random picture of an adorable cat he found on the street and decided to post about, or a selfie of himself to keep up appearances-- no. These were his feelings, albeit vaguely written. This was the most honest he could ever get with strangers, with his so-called fans. And they were praising him, asking for more.

They enjoyed his work. And he did, too.

Throughout the years, Satan found himself growing a steady fanbase that are loyal to him and his work as he continued to post his poetry on his blog. They would constantly praise him and prompt him to share more, allowing himself a way to cope. Eventually, he posted enough to make his own book, one of his 'friends' offering to publish his poetry into his own anthology book, as a gift for becoming Satan's fan.

Ah, but they were nothing to you, of course. Sure, they praised him and gave him gifts but no one could ever compare to you. They were all just pawns to help him move on, nothing more. Besides, he would reap the benefits for now and deal with the consequences later (not that there would be much, since he's become extremely influential).

But just like VY2, good things don't last forever. He would soon be hit with a devastating curse that left him reverted back to what he used to be. A prank on Lucifer backfired and he found himself confused, scared and angry. He doesn't remember much of anything. Who are these people? What is he? Who is he? And why does he have this heavy feeling in his chest?

Similar to the one in Nightbringer, this amnesiac Satan is violent, prone to outbursts and is uncontrollable. His brothers don't know what to do with him, especially since he can't seem to remember anything at all.

Everyday was a new way to trigger him, to unknowingly cause the destruction of a part of the House of Lamentation. It got so bad that Lucifer had to house arrest him so he couldn't cause trouble at RAD and worst, hurt himself.

When he wasn't causing destruction and burning everything around him, Satan spent his days locked up in his room (either because Lucifer locked him in there or he himself refused to come out). He would cry himself to sleep, he would destroy his room, throw his books, burn the walls and scream until he couldn't. Anything and everything just to make this heavy feeling in his chest go away.

Eventually, he finds a (miraculously intact) copy of his book of poetry written about you and he starts to remember. Bit by bit, day by day, his memories start to come back to him. Slowly, he would start becoming the Satan everyone knew him to be again, the Avatar of Wrath, one of the Seven Lords, but there's something wrong. He can't remember you apart from your name and the fact that he loves you. Where even are you?

When he asks his brothers about you, they either give him a sad look or avoid his question entirely. Sometimes they would even go out of their way to change the subject.

He doesn't understand why they keep acting like this. Or why he has this awful feeling at the back of his head, a bitter taste at the tip of his tongue. Did something happen with you and his brothers that he hasn't remembered yet? Why do they keep referring to you with past tenses?

When Lucifer deemed him healthy and capable enough to go back to school, Satan acts like his normal self. No one bats an eye at his sudden disappearance, why his poetry blog has gone silent for a while. Everything was back the way it was, as much as it did with that nagging feeling still at the back of Satan's mind.

Eventually, he did find out why everyone seemed to be acting weird about you, why no one would talk about you as if you are a taboo they would not dare curse upon.

He found a portrait of you in the Council Room. After a long and boring meeting discussing the coming Halloween event held at RAD, Satan's curiosity piqued when he saw a wall dedicated to you in the room just beside Diavolo's portrait.

As he gets closer, he sees your name written in the golden plaque placed on the bottom of the frame. But what's that message underneath it? His mind blanks at the words he suddenly can't comprehend.

No, this can't be. What does, 'You were beloved and we will miss you dearly. May you find peace wherever you may be. We will always cherish the time we spent with you. We love you MC.' mean?!

He can't believe this, outright refuses to. You can't be dead, can you?! After all, he knows you. You were the exchange student, only second to Solomon in magical prowess and beloved by all of the Devildom. You had a pact with his brothers. He wrote poetry about you and was planning on delivering them to you back to the Human World. They loved you. He loved you-

It clicked on him then. It suddenly made sense why everyone talks about you as if you were a past, something that happened, someone they had to part with. It explains this heaviness in his chest, the faded tear stains in his old poetry drafts, why his own words seem to hold a strange melancholy in them. You were dead, he finally remembered. He almost wished he didn't.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #obey me mc #obey me angst #satan x reader #satan x mc #though it could be platonic imo #my stuff

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