Hi! My name is Ellio and this is my little tmnt side blog! Just a few things, I am a minor so please be mindful of that… I actually just started watching the 2003 series so hopefully I’ll be able to write for that soon!
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Hi, this is my first request, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes. Can i request 2012 Leo "being sick sucks" with prompt 4 and 20, I think it fits him well. Thanks (^_^)
Being Sick Sucks.
2012 Leo
AN: Guess whose back? Back again. IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK 6 MONTHS!! That white rabbit got me ◞‸◟ also!! First request with TWO prompts (*＾ ᗜ＾* ) !
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“You’ve been sick for how long!?” Leo’s concerned voice cuts through the silence of your room out of your phone’s speaker.
“Like… three days?” You weren't all too sure yourself. The past few days have all blended together while you lie under the covers, breaking in and out of a cold sweat every time you wake up.
“And you didn't say anything because?” His voice is strained, trying to coax an answer out of you because he can't understand why you wouldn't tell him you were sick. There's movement on his side. You hear the sheathing of blades and before you can even respond to his question he's already speaking again. “I’m on my way, stay put.” He then promptly hung up, no doubt he wasn't already lifting a manhole cover.
With a sigh you drop your phone into the covers, promptly rolling over and trying to fall back asleep while you await Leo’s arrival.
You hear him before you see him. Three taps against your window before it slides open. You want to roll over to greet him but exhaustion clings to your bones like a tree’s roots to the ground. Seemingly knowing of your predicament his hand rests against your back, rubbing small circles into your spine. A silent way of saying “stay in bed.” Leo leans slightly over you, almost hovering as he silently assesses your sick drowsy state.
“I’ll take care of you.” He whispers, lingering for a second before patting your back and straightening up.
He’s back before you know it. A gentle hand urges you to sit up as he hands you a glass of water. “Are you hungry? I can run around the corner real quick and get you some of that Chinese food you really like.”
“I don't have much of an appetite.”
“Welllllllll~ what about some soup?” He drawled, taking the glass from your hand when you deemed yourself finished with the water and placed it on your nightstand. “It’ll make you feel better. And you can't take medicine on an empty stomach.” His fists rest against his hips as he looks at you expectantly.
You really don't feel like eating. But he probably won't let up, not when he's looking at you like that. So when you agree with a sigh, a simple “yeah sure” Leo is quick to leave your side to rummage around in your kitchen.
After you've eaten something and taken some medicine, you find Leo hovering over you again. You raise an eyebrow at him. He smiles back. Then, next thing you know, you're hoisted up in his arms as he walks you towards your bathroom.
“Leo!” You shriek, gripping onto the brown leather strap that he wears across his plastron. He lets out an amused huff, his breath gently hitting your skin as he maneuvers through a bathroom door that he shouldn't be able to while carrying someone princess style.
“I figured you could use a little freshening up.” Setting you down on the toilet lid. Leo rummages around for a second, hunting for your toothbrush.
“Are you saying I stink?” You jest, taking it from his hand when he finds it for you. You're then promptly handed your toothpaste.
“What! No-” An embarrassed expression quickly overcomes his features as he flounders. You start brushing your teeth as he tries to defend himself. “I just thought, y’know- after a couple of days of not feeling good-” He helps you stand as you go to rinse your mouth, he makes sure your hair doesn't get in the way. “It’s what I would want to do so I just thought…”
“Leo, I’m just joking with you.” You pat him reassuringly on the shoulder as you put away your things. It's the first time you’ve seen yourself in the mirror since Friday. It's now Monday. You could understand where he's coming from.
Leo follows your gaze to the mirror. He just wants you to feel better. With a hopeful glint in his eye he presses his hands together and turns to you. “Can I brush your hair?”
He feels bad. Ultimately, you could have been doing at least a little bit better by now if he had been told about your illness earlier. But he doesn't blame you for it. How can he? Especially with your head resting against his plastron as you drift off into the first good sleep you've had in the past 72 hours.
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HII! BEEN AWHILE....are you okay? Did your illness take you out?? 💔💔
Wahh thank you for your concern anon!!!! (╥﹏╥) No, the sickness didn't get me- in fact my TMNT fixaction fought a losing battle with another interest of mine and… I kind of forgot I had this account…(_ _|||)
But rest assured! I've been keeping track of requests and such and updating the available characters for my sick event!
I was actually just thinking about how I needed to update on here when I saw your ask and thank you again for your concern!! (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡
I don't fully understand how I managed to get to the point where I adore reading and writing romance stories, but have absolutely 0 idea of how romance works, what it feels like, or why people feel it
It will forever remain a mystery to me on how romance works, but I can at least write a thousand reader x dca stories or a slow burn ribbun fic
AN: It took me embarrassingly long to get into the flow with this one and I actually had to scrap about 200 words in the beginning ߹𖥦߹ anyways I hope you enjoy this @jakiicomics ٩(>ᴗ<)و
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At first, he would be a bit taken aback by your new look simply because he doesn't have a strong opinion on people dying their hair.
But after the initial shock wears off, he’s actually pretty giddy.
Like “Oh my god, she dyed her hair blue because of me!” and he’s got a dopey grin on his face like he's watching his favorite episode of Space Heroes.
As much as he tries to downplay it and be humble, he's very flattered.
He really gets to thinking about the fact that HE’S the reason you dyed your hair- AND it's his signature color late at night while he's trying to go to sleep.
Would you regret staying up til 3 and maybe staining your bathtub? Probably.
But would you ever regret the look on Leo’s face when you walked into the lair with blue hair? Absolutely not.
Upon entering the lair with your signature greeting, you attempt to spot each turtle. Mikey is messing around on his skateboard and calls out a quick hello as he quickly glides past you. He even comments on your new look with a “Sick hair, dudette!”. Donnie was in his lab, not bothering to look up from his laptop as you passed by. And Leo is… Leo is nowhere to be seen, nor is Raph.
You head towards the dojo where you suspect you’ll find your boyfriend and his brother. And to no one’s surprise, they’re both sparing with each other when you take a peek inside.
But to everyone’s surprise, it's Raph who spots you first.
“Oh hey Leo, looks like your girlfriend is here.” Raph talks with a sly grin as he exchanges blades with Leo.
“Yeah, right, Raph. You’re not going to trick me with that again-”
“Hey Leo!” You call out from the door and watch in live action as Leo falters, giving Raph the perfect opportunity to sweep him off his feet. The hot-headed mutant chuckles as he walks out the door a few seconds later, muttering to you a quick “thanks” before he leaves the two of you alone.
By the time you had turned back towards the dojo, Leo was standing in front of you, surprisingly silent.
You chuckled nervously at his lack of expression.
“You… You dyed your hair?” The way he said it made his statement sound like a question. His eyes darted back and forth between your hair and your face for a second before he suddenly became very animated. “I-I mean it looks great- I mean you look great! It's different from your usual look!” His nervousness betrayed him as he gave you a tight smile and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Do you like it? I took some inspiration.” You pointed your finger up and down at him.
“Wait… You dyed your hair blue because of me?!” You could have sworn you heard his voice crack as he pointed back at himself.
Later that night, Leo found himself pacing his room instead of actually sleeping.
He couldn't believe it. You altered your physical appearance because of him! The thought made him feel excited and left him with a feeling of honor. He could only hope to keep inspiring you.
Today, boys. Today is the day the last of few slivers of dignity I have left are ripped away from me. But hey, we all gotta post a character X reader at some point in our lives, right…? Right?
this is my first post. My first attempt at actually writing. So here goes.
warnings: none. I absolutely hate anything nsfw and will not ever post it. Just some angst, fluff. Unconfessed feelings.
…gosh.
When was the last time you slept?
Not last night. The night before was fitful and blurry and you weren’t sure you got any sleep then either.
It was noon now. And being awake for 32 straight now hit like a pile of bricks.
Dull pain echoed around your head and your limbs were sore. Occasional shivers and tremors ran through your body, and your hand would spasm and drop whatever it was you were holding.
Right now, you slowly climbed down the sewer ladder- on your way to your hangout you were invited to by the turtles today.
Despite having to share your conscience with insomnia, you felt so tired. But you could never fall asleep…
Head going slack for a moment, you momentarily closed your eyes…just a second, just one second………just-
Your sneaker slipped on one of the mossy ladder bars, and you nearly lost your grip.
Crap, I need sleep, you mumbled to yourself as you gripped onto the ladder, watching each slow and cautious step as you descended. If you had dozed off for a second longer, you would’ve fell down 15 feet.
You imagined the turtles grimacing at the sight of you splattered across the cement, having to scrape you off like a burnt pancake.
Gross. And humiliating, especially if Leo was there.
Your thoughts wandered as you lowered to the sewer ground, step by step.
Step by step. Step by-
Oh. Right. You’re on the ground now.
You walked the familiar route, crossing over a small bridge over flowing water and into a circular entrance.
You tried ignoring the million little thoughts prodding at your head, teasing you, patronizing you-
The homework due tomorrow, the essay that needed to be turned in on Friday- and it was Thursday, and you hadn’t even touched it!! Gosh, and that horrible grade you got today on the quiz, it would probably affect your grade report…
The familiar sounds of the lair grew louder as you drew nearer.
The volunteer work you promised to pitch in for, that you completely forgot about..dang it, I’m such a jerk! And you can’t just do it tomorrow, they would be done by now without you. Because you had school again.
That annoying cramp in your back, it wouldn’t go away, and it was growing stronger than your migraine… that gross splash of the sticky sewer puddle you stepped in that now clung to your brand new pants.
It was all itching at your bones, pulling at your nerves—
You finally walked into the lair/subway tunnel like you had a million times before. The familiar lights, posters, comic books and Lou jitsu memorabilia scattered all over the place. But it just made it worse. Everything felt so overstimulating. So, so- so much you can’t even think straight! How long have I slept? How? W Wh-
Leo, seeing you finally arrived, perked up from his spot on the beanbag and ran over to greet you. Never mind that you looked like you were run over by a subway train, he smiled wider than he ever had today! His heart did little flutters and he tried to think of a funny, witty thing to open with.
Grinning, he poked at your face and joked,
“Hey, someone’s looking grumpy~!”
You weren’t thinking straight, all you could process was Leo’s annoying quip and tease. It was the little butterfly that landed on the heap of Jenga blocks that sent it all crumbling down. In other words, your final straw had snapped.
“What dark cloud decided to hover ov-“
Before Leo could finish another cheeky tease, you cut him off in a frustrated, loud voice, almost a yell.
“ Will you shut up, for ONCE?”
Leo’s smile quickly fell.
He looked small, and confused, and guilty.
It had escaped, without a thought. You were overwhelmed. You covered your eyes and ran your hands over your face in exasperation.
Leo quickly stuttered out an apology.
“I-I, I’m sorry. S-sorry.”
He quickly walked away, out of sight. He was probably the last person you wanted to see right now.
Once Leo made himself scarce, he let his mind wander. run a mile a minute.
Was that annoying?
‘For ONCE?’
….Was he…always annoying?
He loved teasing and prodding his brothers, sure. It was almost like a sport to him.
But you? No, he wanted you to admire him. He wanted to make you laugh and smile and he wanted to hear your rare obnoxious snort.
Maybe even try making your heart flutter. He tried so hard to fluster you, and yet you flustered him effortlessly. Just by looking at him and smiling.
And yet he let his false hope fall. He wanted your affection and love so much and yet he made himself look like an annoying jerk around you.
You never snapped at him like that.
Leo itched his neck, spacing out as he blankly stared at the wall. His lip wobbled at the thought of you, hating him. Please don’t hate him. Please please please.
You now stood alone, and the harshness of your own words just now hitting you.
No, nonono! That was so rude! That made it sound like you wanted him to shut it every time he started talking and joking around you! Which was the last thing you wanted. You could listen to him talk and laugh forever.
Rubbing the sleep and buzzing away from your eyes, you trudged around the lair- looking for Leo so you could apologize. You tried thinking of what to say, how to explain.
Really? You snapped because you were tired? Sounded like an excuse.
You rubbed the static off your arms as you tiredly swayed into the kitchen traincar. No, nobody was there. Dragging yourself into another hallway, you peered into their arcade filled with loud game machines and lights and lasers. It was a good thing you didn’t see Leo among the other three, because that was too much stimulation right now.
You stumbled into the entry of the dining car.
Then Leo’s room. Surprisingly, he wasn’t there.
Then Raph’s room.
Then Mikey’s.
Donnie’s.
The welding lab.
The bathroom.
Other bathroom.
Was he even in the lair? Did he leave…? Did you upset him that much? No, you never wanted to hurt Leo in any way.
Another yawn escaped for the 50th time. Your vision grew dark and blurry around the edges and sometimes little colorful spots would dance in edges of your eyes.
The projector room. Only splinter sat there on his recliner, dozing off.
The entrance again.
Why was being awake…so hard…?
Even though you thought it was a little disrespectful, anxiousness drove you to peer into splinter’s room.
No Leo.
You tripped on nothing as you wandered around pointlessly, disoriented.
Looking at the rooms you had already peered in through half open eyes, you spotted the tunnel entrance to a room you hadn’t thought of.
Dragging yourself into the car, you recognized the pipes and the washing and dryer machines. Stacks of towels and blankets and clothes. Chemicals and soaps and an ironing rack.
And Leo, with a miserable and contemplative face and wobbly expression, or lack of. He usually wore the flashiest grin, but now he looked null and void.
He sat among soft blankets and towels, but he didn’t hear you enter.
So you called out to him to grab his attention. Or mumbled.
“….Leo…hey…”
He looked up, flinching at hearing his name. How did you sneak up on him? That was his thing!
His bandana that covered his non-existent brows rose apologetically. Like he was about to say sorry again.
Hold on. Time out- just-
You couldn’t hold up anymore. Your legs buckled uselessly underneath and you crumpled to the ground. Ironically missing the plush piles of blankets and fabrics and instead hitting the cold tiles.
Leo jumped over to you, scrambling in a small panic and pulling you up.
“Hey, h-hey! Are you ok? What’s going on? Wake up!”
He shook you in his arms, hoping for an answer now.
You very slowly opened your eyes halfway and tried sitting up.
“….I-I’m…. So tired, Leo….and I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to yell. I didn’t- I-I’m…I’m so, just, stimulated, too, too much is going on. I’m sorry.”
Leo’s expression somehow grew even more miserable. But instead in empathy, watching tears of exhaustion forming at the corners of your eyes.
“Hey, it’s ok. I understand, ok? Relax…You need to take a nap.”
He gave you a small smile before he grabbed a warm blanket and tenderly wrapped it around you.
You tried mumbling incoherent objections and “I can do it myself”s, but he only shushed you and picked you up like a bride.
Effortlessly carrying you into his room, he gently placed down on the bed and sat next to you awkwardly.
“…you need a nap, so don’t even try escaping.”
He gave you a quick teasing glare, but it only lasted a moment before his expression softened and he brushed a couple strands away from your face.
his face grew warm and pinkish, which was strange for someone with green skin.
“…do you want anything? I-I’ll just let you sleep in peace-
But before he could stand up, you wrapped your arms around him with what strength you had left and latched on.
“…don’t, don’t go…please…”
You rubbing your face against his shell only served to weaken his knees and prevent him from going anywhere.
“…I-I- ok…”
He smiled and laid down next to you, leaving a reasonable space between you both.
But still pretty close. Pulling out his phone, he started playing some Jupiter Jim spin-off cartoon.
You scooted and shuffled closer, as if you couldn’t properly see the phone screen. But it was his warmth by his side you were after, because your eyes skimmed over the animation on his phone without a thought.
He glanced at you, then back at his phone. He couldn’t stop that stupid warmth from leaving his cheeks, but he didn’t exactly hate this, either. In fact, he had dreamed of a moment like this.
Except he wished you weren’t sleep deprived and on the brink of shutting down.
But it didn’t take long for you to be fast asleep, nestled right into his side.
He admired your peaceful face. Heck, you didn’t even have to be conscious to fluster him!
He turned his gaze back to his phone, watching the episode but still thinking about you.
And how tired he was.
When was the last time He slept?
Yawn.
His eyelids grew too heavy and he dropped his phone.
It was 20 minutes until Raph found you both, tucked in like lovey cats.
He cooed and tried not to squeal in adoration. He quickly whipped out his phone, silently taking a picture from every angle.
And once he was done, he left Leo’s car to tell everyone to quiet down.
And to entertain them with the cutest pictures ever.
hope you enjoyed! please PLEASE let me know if there are spelling grammar mistakes!
@likablemuffin hey it’s me! Anon! I made a blog wahoo
Hoi!!! Same anon who requested for rise!leo, I still adore how it turned out and thank you for doing my request!!! (Sorry that the opposites attracts trope might have been difficult to write about, I always like his subtle way of slowly taking care of the reader. Since it’s almost close to the previous iterations’ of leonardo being mature about certain topics. But still TY!!!! ; v ;)
AUGH IM DYING THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON
♡＾▽＾♡ I’m happy you at least enjoyed it even if it wasn't exactly what you were envisioning feel free to drop by again any time with another request!!!
Hoi!!!, I recently saw the event and is it ok if I ask for rise leo? My trope is opposite attracts and my prompt is number 20 on the list (hope you have a great day/night :]!!!)
Being Sick Sucks.
Rise Leo
AN: I feel like I didn't do this one justice (･ω･;)
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The plan was to suffer in silence.
Wake up, eat a cracker or two, take some medicine, and then go right back to sleep. Thug it out until you eventually get over it. And it was going swimmingly until you had a visitor at your window during the wee hours of the night.
You had completely forgotten about the Jupiter Jim marathon you had planned with a certain blue-clad turtle.
Leo stood with his hands on his hips and a disappointed look on his face as you sat on your bed. He even did that little impatient foot tap you see on shows.
“And you’ve been sick for how long?”
“About two days…”
“And you didn't say anything because?” He drawled his words, his pitch increasing at the end of his question. Being met with your guilty silence, he let out a sigh as he forced his rigid shoulders to relax. “Look, I love you and all but you’ve seriously got to start voicing your discomfort.”
As he talked he moved around your room. “I mean first it was riding in the Shell Raiser with Donnie driving- which I completely understand, that guy has some serious road rage problems, secondly-!” Grabbing an extra blanket or two from your closest, he joined you on your bed by belly flopping onto the unoccupied side. He continued to slowly derail the conversation as he pulled up one of your favorite movies.
“But my point still stands, you could've said something.” He went surprisingly quiet as the opening played.
“And cancel our plans?”
“Well I mean I would have shown up anyway… but that's not what I'm saying! I would have brought you some soup or something.” He cringed as he delicately picked up a used tissue with the tips of his fingers and tossed it off the side of your bed, quickly retracting his hand as if he would get cooties. “Or maybe some more tissues.”
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you watched the movie play out before you. At some point one of the blankets Leo brought to the bed ended up over your shoulders. He denied ever even grabbing it and said your illness is making you delusional.
Every time you sniffled he looked at you through the corner of his eye and even got up and grabbed your extra box of tissues when you ran out. By the end of the movie his hand had found your back and followed up and down your spine with a gentle caress.
He hadn't even noticed you fell asleep until he woke up to his phone being blown up by Raph at 3 in the morning. With slow movements, he untangled himself from the sheets and your limbs- (don't let him fool you it was him who was wrapped around you, not the other way around.) and was rudely interrupted by a call from said big bro.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m on my way home!” Is what you woke up to Leo whisper-yelling into his phone as he attempted to free his foot from the blanket that had somehow managed to wrap and tie itself around his ankle.
Needless to say, he froze like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar when you wordlessly sat up and released him from his cotton shackle. He mouthed a quick “thank you” as he continued to quietly argue with Raph as he rolled out of the bed and grabbed his katana.
Just as he was about to create a portal, he rushed back over to your bedside and bent down to give you a quick peck wherever he could reach on your face before backing up and waving excitedly as he portaled out of your home.
You got a notification seconds later.
LEO: I'll swing by later tomorrow after patrols
LEO: Get better quicker so we can do something fun soon 🫵😈
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I was wondering if I could request a 2k12 Donatello with prompt 11 ? I saw the prompt and it reminded me a lot of him ! And about that trope, hmmmm..maybe it can be the typical "friends to lovers"?
Please and thank you!
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Being Sick Sucks.
2012 Donnie
AN: I may have gotten a bit carried away with this one (/ω＼)
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You had absolutely no recollection of picking up your phone and dialing a number. But here you are now with Donatello entering through your bedroom window with a worried look on his face.
He hovered over your bedside momentarily as he assessed your current condition without a word. Gently palming your forehead and watching you shiver under the covers only reinforced his hypothesis.
“Hi. I’m here to be your nurse!” His quietness turned to excitement. Not at the prospect of you having a fever but at the chance to prove himself. He quickly attempted to pull the reins in on his eagerness and spoke in a softer, almost nervous tone. “Just for this uh- afternoon of course…”
If you said something in response, he didn't hear it. As he set sail on digging through the bag he brought with him. How did you fail to notice that?
“Are you hungry at all? It's important to eat something before taking any fever-reducing medicine.” He set a small pill bottle on your nightstand as he rummaged through the bag.
You attempted to respond, your voice rough with lack of use. “Not really-”
“Well that's too bad, you have to have something in your stomach.” He pulled out two cans, one was chicken noodle soup and the other was just a broth. “The soup would be more filling, give you some strength while the broth would be the bare minimum- oh! And I also brought some fruit, you can have that too if you’d like.”
Before you even gave him a response he was pulling out a can opener and subtly trying to sway your answer towards the soup. “The soup would be the best choice as of right now, as much as I have faith in you taking care of yourself I doubt you’ve actually eaten anything more than a few crackers and if you're up for it I’ll dice up this apple I brought.”
Your brain cells had been either eaten by the virus that currently afflicted you or you were too tired to really want to try to keep up with his word vomit. As a rebuttal, you just lifted and plopped your hand on one of his. And then he stilled. “Donnie, as much as I love your enthusiasm, I am dying.”
“You’re not dying, you just have the flu.” He gave you a deadpanned look.
“Okay, but I'm literally lying on my deathbed.”
“This is just your mattress.”
“My metaphorical deathbed.”
“Yeah, if you were to die, which you’re not going to. Not with me taking care of you, you’ll be up in no time.” As if he could sense an impending remark he placed his hand on your forehead again. “I’ll make you the soup.”
Donnie spent the next few minutes preparing your gourmet meal of canned chicken noodle.
With a warm bowl on the nightstand, he helped you sit up, even stacking pillows behind your back to keep you upright. Grabbing the bowl, he began to speak.
“I made sure to heat it up just enough not to be too hot.” He paused, then he lifted a spoonful to your lips.
“I can feed myself.”
“Thats debatable.”
After finishing about half of the bowl he gave you the option to tap out and take some medicine. Whether it was because you had eaten enough for his standards or if the red on his face was beginning to be too much for him.
He denied having a fever.
With food in your stomach and a glass of water to wash down your medicine, Donnie insisted you lie back down with a wet rag on your head. He had gathered just about every blanket he could find and piled them on top of one another on you in an attempt to get you to sweat out your fever.
As he was tucking you in with the last, largest blanket you were already fading into the realm of sleep with the rain noise he had playing on your TV.
Unfortunately, his time playing nurse was coming to an end until further notice. Maybe he’ll drop by tomorrow to check on you after nightly patrol. His thoughts wandered as he set the other things he had brought with him on your nightstand. The other can of broth, the apple, the medicine, and even an orange he had forgotten to mention earlier.
As he was just about to open the window, your groggy voice stopped him in his tracks. You had only uttered his name and within seconds he was back at your side.
“Are you alright?” He pulled back the blankets from your chin.
“Thank you.”
Oh! Oh, he wasn't expecting that.
With a spontaneous bout of once-in-a-lifetime courage, he ever so gently planted his hand on your head, his thumb swiping away any hair from your forehead as he gave you a quick peck to your forehead, whispering in response.
“Any time.”
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