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aella-targaryen · 2 years
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Rhaenyra, when Crispin Cole offered her Oranges and Cinnamon in exchange for leaving the Iron Throne 💀💀💀
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teamblck · 5 months
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the brain rot has taken over so here’s this
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lady-ashfade · 10 months
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A Sign
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Yan!Rhaenrya Targaryen x WhiteHind!Child!Reader. (Hinted Yan!Criston Cole)
The reader has antlers in this! Idk if females don’t have them, they do in this.
Warnings: Yandere tendencies, possession, obsession, over protective.
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Her chest fell as she glanced over the woods from above, the camp ground filled with her people had put a weight on her chest. This time she was far away and no one could tell her she wasn’t worthy of the throne with just a look. Everyone looked at her now just as someone to be thrown aside for her new male brother, Aegon. Rhaenrya could leave without another word and maybe things could be better.
Cristin stood at her side with admiration in his eyes at her beauty even with blood coving her skin and clothes. She was perfect, she was smart and caring but ruthlessly and strong willed. She had raised him from the bottom and gave him a title and somewhere he could belong, he was grateful to no ends.
Sounds of soft footsteps and branches breaking broke the silence and caught the attention of the princess and the knight. Heads turning quickly a around to face what they had heard, criston ready to draw his sword to protect. But their eyes saw no threat at the sight in front of them but a wonder to see. Maybe they both had gone mad to cause them seeing what the did.
A small girl with long hair dropping off her shoulders and down to her back, a dirty dress that was once white turned brown with spots. The sun behind her made it clear as day to see the antlers on her head, beautiful patterns with waves and twisted. Her doe eyes that looked soft and curious as she stared at the pair, they had the same expression filled with wonder and confusion.
Rhaenrya new this was a sign. She could recall the men saying there was a stag in the woods and they called it a blessing from the gods. Slowly the princess hopped off her horse to walked towards the girl she had seen, criston waiting so someone could keep a eye on her. Inching closer it surprises them that she had not run away but slowly walked closer. “Can you speak?” The princess asked in a soft voice.
The small eyes blinked and her head nodded to the question. The princess stopped a few inches away and waited for the girl’s permission to come closer. Bending down she looked at the child and smiled sweetly, slowly extended her hand out and reached for the girl. “My name is Rhaenrya, what’s yours little one?”
The girl was you, a girl only knowing the woods and nature as your home. You never seen a human up close before, the animals had always welcomed you. The harmful creatures thought of you as a friend. “Y/n.” Your small voice answered her and stepped closer. Rhaenrya felt herself fall in a deep hole of love and obsession, the urge to protect you and place you above everything.
“Would you like to come with me, y/n? My kingdom does need something like you.” You blinked up at her and felt the wind blow and the ringing in your ears stop. Just this morning you had been miles away but something was calling you. She was must be your purpose in this life.
Eyes wondered and watched as Rhaenrya walked through the camp drenched in blood and covered in dirt. The cold expression on her face sent shivers down the spines of everyone who looked. Her father, the king, had stoped what he was doing as well as the queen. The princess only looked at them and then stopped herself and looked back at the horse of her protector. Her gaze made everyone follow and the people gasped in shocked.
You stepping down from the horse with the help of Cristin and looking like a blessing from the gods themselves. Everyone stood up and watched you walked through them. You felt nervous at all the eyes on you and whispering, but Rhaenryas eyes were reassuring and calling you to her which kept you grounded as you walked. Taking her hand in yours she walked into the tent to get cleaned up and to spend time with you.
The first thing she did was get you food and clean you up first, she would be so gentle with you. “Do you know how special you are little one?” She asked as the rage whipped the dirt off your cheek. You only shook your head. “I will show you in time, you are mine by the gods laws. They sent you to me in the darkest hour.” She leaned down to kiss your head and then continued to wash you up.
“No one will ever keep us apart”
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el-is-green · 7 months
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I saw this post on my dash and got such strong Rhaenyra vibes
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Okay but the bit that drove me completely iNSANE was the fact that DAEMON HELD RHAENYRA'S HAND. Throughout their little adventure, he always reached for her and she always took his hand.
AND THEN THAT LITTLE SMIRK HE HAD WHEN SHE WAS SO IMPATIENT AND SHE KEPT TRYING TO KISS HIM AND DAEMON WAS HOLDING BACK AND HE KNEW HE HAD TO STOP BUT HE DIDN'T WANT TO AND IT TOOK HIM SO MUCH EFFORT AND LIKE I JUST -
GAH. THESE TWO ARE DRIVING ME FUCKING INSANE.
ALSO THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE WAS JUST ??? SO PERFECT??? AND THE WAY HE CROWDED HER AGAINST THAT WALL??? AND THE FOREHEAD TOUCHES??? AND THE BREATHING EACH OTHER IN??? AND THE EYE CONTACT?!?!????!?!!!!
AND OHMYGOD I THINK I'M HAVING A STROKE?!?!?!???
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felrija · 10 months
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Older queen Rhaenyra and queen consort Alicent, sketch for someone here thank u <3
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sunnytarg · 1 year
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Part 3 to Aegon & Rhaenerya’s daughter by popular demand. It got pretty fluffy at the end which is weird cause it was super smutty in the beginning.
Pt. 2 || Pt. 1
Aegon + Rhaenrya’s Daughter Pt.3
Aegon had no idea that his seed had taken with his niece. He had shoved his cock in her so many times and spilled his seed nowhere else but her warm and inviting pussy, but he never knew if she drank moon tea or not.
Days, before she disappeared everything about her, seemed slightly fuller but he was so lost in the way she felt that he never thought to think that it might mean she was finally carrying his child.
It also didn’t occur to him that Rhaenrya had moved her entire family away to hide what her daughter had been doing and what was to come of it. He thought he finally pushed his sister too far with him fucking her daughter so blatantly that she decided it was just time to leave.
He only learned of a supposed bastard that had been born on Dragonstone several moons after his niece had left from a whore in the Streets of Silk. After he had filled her mouth with his cum and watched her swallow it she had asked him about the supposed bastard on Dragonstone. He thought idly that she must be new because they usually never asked questions, especially before they’ve been paid.
He fisted his cock to get it hard again so he could slide his cock between her large tits when he asked what she meant, when she said that servants have been whispering that a baby born with Targaryen features had recently been born on Dragonstone and it wasn’t the Princess Rhaenerya because she had trouble getting pregnant as of lately.
His hand stilled at those words. Sure Jace could have brought a woman to Dragonstone and fathered a bastard but he highly doubted it. He was not only prudish in Aegon’s eyes but extremely faithful to his betrothed.
It had to be his niece. She must have been with child when they left and bore his child on Dragonstone.
He quickly pulled on his clothes and tossed a few coins at the whore before pulling his hood on and storming back to the castle. He wasn’t angry about the bastard. He knew he had many bastards running around. It was the fact that his sister had kept his niece from him. The niece that he claimed that first night he shoot his seed deep into her womb. He remembered every time he cornered her and fucked her he thought of how he wished his seed would take. How it would be nice to see her grow with his child.
Yet, his older sister had stolen that away from him when she refused to agree to marry her daughter to him.
The next morning he settled on what he wanted to do. He had every intention of flying to Dragonstone that day and taking his child and his niece. What he wasn’t sure of was whether he would marry his niece or if he should keep her within the red keep and continue breeding her. Never letting her mother see her and only sending a letter every time she had given birth. Just so she could know that because of her actions her daughter was now his own personal whore.
When Dragonstone came into view he had Sunfyre set down on the bridge. He wanted Rhaenerya and Daemon to see him coming. A pet of him wondered if his niece could see him. If she did, did she hold up their child a point to him and tell the infant that he was their father? His heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing his child and niece again.
Yes, he had originally taken his niece to bed to piss Rhaenrya off but over the months he had grown to care for her, and with the absence of presence, he had nearly forgotten how much he had missed her when she first disappeared.
When he thought back to when he first bedded his niece and the last time he realize that his child could be newly born to at least four moons old.
When he made it to the top of the bridge he was met with Daemon and Rhaenrya. He didn’t say anything, he only glared at his sister as Sunfyre roared behind him. Daemon had his hand on the hilt of his sword but Rhaenrya only sighed and gestured for him to follow her.
They took several steps until they were outside the room in the highest tower of Dragonstone.
“She’s in there. I love my daughter but since she bore your child three moons ago I find it hard to come in here.” Rhaenrya said quietly. She walked away and Aegon took a breath to steady himself before entering the room.
Inside, he saw his niece, as beautiful as ever with a baby cradled in her arms. She was standing at the window staring out at Sunfyre as she breastfed the baby.
“I was wondering if you would come. Jace said you wouldn’t. Daemon thought I’d leave on my own. My mother…I don’t know, we do t talk anymore.” She spoke it so quietly that Aegon had to walk further into the room just to hear her.
“If I knew you were with child I would have come for you sooner.” He said honestly. She turned finally and he froze under her stare.
“Are you here to fuck another bastard into me, now that I’m healed from giving birth to our son?” She asked as she put the baby into his cradle. He watched the whole time. She said son. They had a son together.
“Would you like me to?” He asked as he looked up and down her body. He would very much like to rip that nightgown off of her. Her breasts her much larger and her hips wider. She looked delicious and Aegon very much wanted to spread her legs and devour her sweet cunt before fucking her. Maybe if he fucked her hard enough his sister would hear and she would have to stop ignoring her own daughter.
“I don’t care.” She whispered as her eyes grew hooded looking at him. He stepped closer to the cradle to see their son sleeping. He looked so peaceful. He had his mother’s nose but he already had a nice patch of silver hair on his head. “I just want you to take me in any way you want. Just have me. I’ve missed you.”
He looked up at her when she said those words and he smiled. He reached her in a few short strides and kissed her, “I’ve missed you too, but our son won’t be a bastard for long and all the other children I plan to fill you with will never be called bastards because I’m taking you away now and I plan on marrying you.”
He kept his word to his niece. Before he took her and their son away from Dragonstone he fucked her for the first time in what felt like forever. He stayed buried deep in her through the night and when the sun rose they took to the skies and left.
When they arrived in King’s Landing, Aegon went to his father instead of his mother and asked if he could marry his niece. His father, for once, seemed pleased with him and agreed.
It took time for them to finally put the wedding together. After all, Aegon was the eldest son of Viserys and if every lord wasn’t invited it would seem like an insult. By the time the wedding was to happen their son, who was already crawling, was legitimized and when his wife-to-be was escorted down the aisle by her brother Jace.
Many whispered that they were only getting married because the princess was pregnant again. Aegon ignored them all just as he knew his love did. When she finally reached him he held out a hand for her to take and his other hand rested on her swollen stomach. She was large again with his child and, although, he rarely thanked the gods he thanked them this once for letting him witness this.
Two moons after their wedding his wife gave birth to a little girl. Aegon refused to let anyone other than his wife take her from his arms and when his sister showed up after months he left the room so she could finally mend things with her daughter.
As he was waiting outside of the room he felt a tug on the bottom of his breeches and looked down to see his son. Already crawling and soon to be walking if the maesters were to be believed. He bent down and adjusted his daughter in his arms so he could pick up his son.
Maybe he wouldn’t fill his niece up with a bunch of bastards but now that he got a taste of fatherhood it was doubtful that his wife would not have a babe within her womb most of the time.
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sunnyhvnny · 1 year
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Hi can I please request viserys x reader and little rhaenyra where she has a nightmare and runs to her parents room crying. Reader and viserys comfort rhaenyra and they all go to sleep.
Love your writing by the way xx
This turned more into platonic mom! Reader x rhaenrya. I don’t really write for Viserys but I’ll make an exception because this request is pretty good.
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She woke to the feeling of light tugging on the sleeve of her nightgown. She thought of just falling asleep and chalking the feeling up to her imagination as she was still half asleep but a single “mother,” whined by her little girl made her blink her eyes open.
It took her a moment to adjust to the darkness in the room but when she finally managed to blink the sleepy haziness out of her eyes, she saw her young daughter looking up at her with her wide lilac eyes. Her little girl’s lips were trembling and she was sniffling.
Her heart shattered at the sight of her daughter. It wasn’t the first time that she had snuck past the guards and slipped into Viserys and her’s room at such a late hour but the frightened and broken look on her face never failed to break her mother’s heart.
“What is the matter, Nyra?” She whispered as she gestured for her child to climb up into the bed. It took her a minute to settle but once she was in between her father and mother, her daughter let out a contented sigh.
Finally, she reached up to grab her mother’s strands of hair that were free from the confines of the braids she had worn earlier that day. She brushed the silver-blind hair that had fallen into Rhaenrya’s face. Her daughter had beautiful hair but without fail, every time she woke up she looked like she got into a fit with one of those giants she heard some of the northern ladies talking about.
“I had a nightmare,” Rhaenrya admitted reluctantly and quietly, trying not to wake her father. She glanced over her daughter’s head and looked upon her husband for a second.
He was the same as their wild girl, his hair was messy and his mouth open in his slumber. Occasionally, soft snores left his mouth but he was still very much asleep. She doubted that if Balerion The Black Dread came down from the sky himself and roared with all of his might, her husband would even wake. She felt her chest tighten warmly. He had been busy lately with the small council and fretting about her latest pregnancy. His younger brother was back in King’s Landing which only served to steer Viserys more. So she decided to let him sleep and not wake him now. She could handle their frazzled, frightened daughter.
“What was it about, my heart’s delight?” She questioned in a whisper. She had laid back down and wrapped an arm around her daughter’s middle and pulled her closer to her. Rhaenrya let her do it and even snuggled into her as best she could with her swollen belly between them.
“I don’t want to say,” the words were muffled by her nightgown but they were clear enough to her whose ears had been attuned to hear her voice since she was born.
She pinched Rhaenrya’s cheek playfully before saying, “you did not come all the way here at the hour of the bat to not tell me what upset my little ‘Nyra so much.”
It took her daughter a moment to say anything and for a second she thought that perhaps Rhaenrya might now answer her. Mayhaps she chose to ignore her mother’s words because she knew she hadn’t fallen back to sleep. Finally, in a voice that sounded much too broken for a child, she mumbled into her mother’s neck, “it was about you.”
Oh no, she thought to herself, not Rhaenrya too. She didn’t know the particulars of her daughter’s nightmare but her husband had been plagued with nightmares about her as well. Viserys wouldn’t tell her what he dreamt about but she knew it wasn’t good as he grew more anxious as the birth of their next child neared. She tried to assure him that she would be fine and that he needn’t worry. His dreams were just that, dreams. Not magic from his Valyrian blood but anxiety from a worried husband and father.
She tried not to let her emotions show on her face as she turned back to her daughter. She could only see the mess of her silver hair as she had burrowed under the blankets and hid away in her mother’s bosom.
“And what about me did you dream?”
She felt little fingers tracing shapes and letters onto her skin before a reply finally came, “I dreamt that you loved the baby so much that you forgot about me. Every time I tried to get yours or father’s attention, the two of you ignored me. It was like you couldn’t see me.”
Her heart broke at her daughter’s admission. She had no doubt that Rhaenrya would love her sibling but she understood the fear. When she was younger she had the same fear when her own mother was pregnant. Her husband had never shown any indication that he had felt that way as a child when his own mother was pregnant with Daemon and the brother that ended up taking her life.
It took her a second to figure out what to say. This had to be handled delicately, she knew. It didn’t matter that she was half asleep, her daughter had to be reassured otherwise this feeling could grow into a feeling unwanted or replaced as she grew. Finally, she asked as she twirled a soft strand of her daughter’s hair around one of her fingers, “do you truly believe me capable of forgetting you, Rhaenrya?”
“Mayhaps not now, but when the babe comes you’ll be so busy with it that you won’t have time for me,” she wouldn’t look into her mother’s eyes but the pout was clear as day.
“Rhaenrya, look at me,” she commanded softly. When her daughter still had no made to look at her she placed two fingers under her chin and tilted her face up so that her violet eyes met her own. “My child, you are my firstborn. I will love your sibling with my entire being just as I love you. You are right, I will be distracted in the first few months of the babes birth but I will always have time for my little ‘Nyra.”
Her daughter’s eyes turned glossy with tears as she searched her mother’s face for any sign of a lie. When she found none she buried her face back in her bosom and held her tightly around the waist. She let her and stroked her hair until she fell back to sleep.
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he-is-everything-11 · 2 years
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No one Loved Viserys more than his Brother Daemon. Had Viserys chose to trust on his own blood and shown the faith he showered on Otto Hightower on his Own Brother there would have never been a war.
Daemon would never have betrayed him or Rhaenyra. Daemon deserved being the HAND.
Time may have created a distance, but Viserys and Daemon will always be brothers. One of the most beautiful scenes of the season! It made me cry. I will miss them so so Much!😭
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blakeswritingimagines · 8 months
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"Pretty Kitty"
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Warnings: Dom! Rhaenyra X Sub Reader, Slight praise, Mommy kink, tell me if I missed something
“Fuck,” She groaned, eyes looking you up and down, watching as your chest heaved up and down, sweat and spit droplets dripping down it, your eyes half-closed and your tongue practically hanging out “You’re so fucking pretty,” she spoke condescendingly
You whined softly, bucking up slightly when Rhaenyra placed her hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. She chuckled, amused by your desperation, her other hand finding its way to your chin, and, gripping it softly, she made you look up to her, causing your eyes to widen. “Mommy’s own little angel,” She sighed, smiling softly, and you beneath her panting softly couldn’t help the heat rising feeling your body more especially when she touched you.
“M-mommy-” You breathed out, but didn’t continue “What is it, beautiful?” She asked tilting her head teasingly, and you pouted softly “Come on baby, tell mommy what her pretty kitty wants,” smirking softly to herself enjoying the reactions she could easily pull from you “P-please-” You started again “Please make me cum again, mommy,”
She breathed out another laugh. “Tell me something first,” you looked to her, lips parted, and she stayed silent for a second longer, your cupid’s bow even more present with your swollen lips, eyes shining with the beginning of pleasure-induced tears, and so much more, all of your features breath-taking.
“I want you to tell me how pretty you are,” She watched as your eyes widened, your breath hitching in your throat at the gentle command given to you. “I-I-” You stuttered after a moment of processing, knowing that if you protested then you'd be scolded “I’m...mommy’s pretty baby-”
She hummed slightly, knowing that she wasn’t gonna get anything else out of you, no matter how much she wanted to make you feel good. “Good baby,” she soothed, running her hand previously on your chin through your hair, her free hand moving down your body, taking a soft hold of your hips. You moaned, visibly tensing as you waited for more pleasure to come from her fingertips and tongue.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” she growled, as you nodded along dumbly just wanting to please her.
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daenerysoftarth · 6 months
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why don’t we talk about the jealousy aspect wrt rhaenyra and alicent’s characters. like alicent doesn’t just hate jace and luke and joffrey because they’re ‘bastards’, but because they’re not hers. rhaenyra doesn’t ignore her siblings’ existence just because of the age difference, but because they’re unbearable reminders that alicent could never be hers
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aella-targaryen · 1 year
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A thousand years will pass and I will continue laughing.
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Artist's twitter @drybomes
Link 👇🏽
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teamblck · 5 months
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another one
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lady-ashfade · 7 months
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King!Jace Hc’s
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King!Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader.
@nanabaaf who wanted some king jace so I made a few HC’s about it. Hope you like it and don’t mind that it’s small since I didn’t have much to go off of.
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Jace would be a fine king. He is like his grandsire with a want of peace and respect, but he has rage of injustice or anything he sees wrong. If you were to mess with his family it would be a heavy price to pay because he does not mess around with the people he cares about.
But his mother taught him well when she was queen and took he the lessons with pride to always try and see every possible outcome. If there was a peaceful route then he should try and obtain it, but if it is war then he will have a plan. He was taught by Daemon on how to structure war plans, so things went well. He was also skilled with weapons.
Jace is a gentleman when it comes to the woman he loves and the people in court or his subjects. Having Jace as a husband is always a delight. Ever since you both were younger he was gentle and kind but always had a hand for mischief.
You never have to worry about not being enough because he is always worshiping you every minute. How you dress or how you did your hair that day, to the jewelry and even the way you speak. Jace loves you.
Being pregnant with Prince!Jace’s baby you knew it would be the next heir to the throne so you were looked after closely. Jace made sure that you didn’t lift a finger or had guards following you around everywhere. Rhaenrya was at your side and knowing this child would be the best of both of you.
No matter the gender they are happy. Jace just loves to hold them and make them smile. When you have more children he has a whole flock of children following him as he teaches them so many things. And you better believe he teaches your daughters on how to handle themselves if need be.
Once jace became king it was hard for him at first. But with you at his side as queen you both figure out what is best for the realm.
Jace makes a statue of you at kingslanding and makes sure it will always be there. His loving wife needs to be praise for her beauty and kindness, and her motherly spirit for all her people.
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cyprus-green · 2 years
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"It's not as if he wants to be King of the land or any of that, I think he's just pretending and trying to make everyone angry." -Matt Smith on Daemon
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weirdero · 1 month
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Like granddaughter like great great great great great great-grandmother
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