You knew from the moment your eyes met, his eyes glimmering with a mischievous, almost childlike curiosity. Like he was wondering how long you would last before you began to bore him.
Your mother was the one who set the marriage up in the first place, that greedy old bag cared not for your comfort but only for what riches and status marrying off her child to a King would bring her. She was the one there to witness your first meeting, and also the one who later shamed you for grimacing at the Kings behavior throughout said meeting.
He couldn't stop making jests about your body and yet you were the inappropriate one?
Perhaps you should've become a nun, maybe then you wouldn't have to deal with a such an obscene and uncaring husband like him.
Ah but a lady can only dream, now that you've married him you know your family won't take you back after an annulment. They'd blame you for costing them the riches and status so few could have, or even imagine.
No, you were stuck, here in this rotted castle. With a husband who walks around with other women's marks on him. Wearing them as though they are trophies.
Even now, as he slurps on a soup you ever so carefully picked to cater to his unique tastes, you can tell he's paid yet another visit to a brothel. His hair is disheveled, his clothes are messy and wrinkled, and he bares purpley-blue bruises across both his neck and some of his collar bone.
Was he trying to piss you off?
You squeeze your spoon harder at the thought that there were likely more of those damn bruises hiding beneath his sparce clothing.
How you wish you could kill him.
He feels your eyes, glaring into the crown of his head and removes his attention away from the bowl of broth and veggies to gaze into your eyes. His mouth twisted into a smug smirk. Like he knew that what he was doing would ruin not just his, but your reputation as well, and he didn't give a single fuck.
His gaze met yours, and for a moment, you looked into those amber eyes. They reminded you a bit of the sun's rays fading away as it sets. Some might call them beautiful- you?
You want to gouge them out with a spoon.
After a moment of boring into eachothers eyes, the King finally relents. Leaning his head onto his palm and closing his eyes, he sighs heavily. "There is no need for such aggression, aren't I your husband? A good wife wouldn't glare at her husband like that."
"A good husband wouldn't bed other women." You respond flatly, sipping on the broth atop you spoon.
"Oh is that what upsets you so? Do my late night romps around the capital truly anger you dear?", He blinked his eyes at you innocently. As though his innocent guise was ever enough to fool you. "Perhaps it is all that built up tension that makes you so full of rage. Do you wish for me to find you a lover?"
You nearly choked on a piece of chicken. You snap your head up at him and slam your fists down on the table, causing silverware to fly and broth to spill.
"What makes you think I wish to engage in the same perversions as you!? You're lucky I even agreed to marry you. I doubt you would be able to find another noble as desperate as I."
His eye shoot up in surprise at your tone of voice. He's use to the venom that spills from your lips time to time, but this?
Oh this was new.
It makes a shiver of excitement run down his back at the thought of angering you so much.
"Hoh~?..And what would my dear mother in law think? Insulting your husband, whose provided your precious family with a riches they couldn't have even dreamed of before. How truly ungrateful you are, tch." He twirled a fork in his hand. Toying with it as he did your life. Without a single care if he flung you around, dropped you, or bent you backwards.
You hated it.
You hated all of it.
The palace
The crown
The riches
The status
The feasts
The etiquette
The cold sheets you lay in at night.
The husband who seemed to never want a wife but a plaything to toy with.
Every single fucking thing about it.
Oh the rage, you feel it bubbling inside like hot stew of fiery fury and hatred. You feel it rubbing within every inch and every crevice of your skin, burning hot like the flames of those burned at the stake.
"Oh my dear love, do not look at me with such hate in your eyes." His voice sounded throughout the room, echoing the sickeningly sweet pity he held for his poor Queen. "If you are so angered by my need to indulge myself in other women then perhaps you should offer yourself to me instead letting the ladies at the brothel do so." A crooked grin gracing his features as he spoke.
You could feel the rage burning up your body only grow hotter as you seethe with gnashed teeth.
"YOU- you were the one who refused to take honeymoon. Dear."
Maintaining your composure even in the most vexing circumstances was something your mother had shoved down your throat constantly during your etiquette lessons with her. It only got worse once the deal with the royal family had been made.
You had to be perfect for him, you had to dress in bone tight corsets, and ruffled dresses more befitting of a doll than a human being. And don't even me started on the skincare and make up routine. Your skin had been run ragged with how much you'd caked on to it. You're lucky you were the queen otherwise you likely would've had your makeup confiscated.
Everything you had put forth, all in an effort to attract a man who had the maturity and intelligence of a twelve year old boy. How pathetic.
Truly pathetic.
Breathing in slowly, you could feel your tear ducts starting to water. Not out sadness or pity, but overwhelming anger and disappointment. You didn't deserve this. No you deserved far better than a husband who couldn't even lay in the same bed as you.
You push yourself up with a shove of the table, the action causes a slight surprise to flash across the kings face, before reverting back to his typically smirk.
"And where are you going dear? I hope you don't plan to leave without being excused by your king?"
Azul wanted to pull his hair out. This kind of stress wasn't good for him. Running an entire business as an entire teenager was stressful enough as it was, but life wanted to make it all worse for him.
"You know that's the fifth time you've missed me, right? I've already taken down 1 one of your submarines and a destroyer too."
"Shut it."
Azul growled out pushing in yet another white peg into the top of his board. Idia didn't seem to mind Azul growing hostility though. No he seemed to reveling in his junior's despair. Almost as though he was tasting a fine wine. His sharp white teeth twisted into an unnaturally big grin, his eyes almost covered from the wideness of his cheeks.
"You made a pretty L decision by challenging me to this duel y'know."
"It isn't a duel, it is merely a board game-"
"HA, 'just a game' my ass! You thought you could beat me at battleship and take my dignity along with you! No way in hell am I allowing myself to lose this."
Azul pinched the bridge of his nose. Idia was right, Azul planned to take Idia down a peg. Club meetings were starting to become a hassle with Idia around. Idia could be both a sore loser and winner, both were rather annoying. He thought a wager would help entice Idia's competitive spirit, but now he regret letting Idia choose the game they played.
"Just play the game Idia."
"Fine, fine,..A9."
"Miss, B4."
"Miss, E2"
"Miss, F3"
"Miss, A4"
"Miss, J10."
"..hit."
Azul wanted to jump out of his chair, he finally got a single hit! But he had to wait to celebrate. Celebrating can be done later, after he put Idia and his ego in their place.
They stared eachother in the eyes, locked in a silent war with one another. Each fighting for dominance and the decimation of the other. They listed off the numbers one by one. Until their boards were almost entirely filled with white pegs and each only had one ship left.
This was it, the final couple of pegs. With only a few numbers one of them would be the decided Victor, and take the losers dignity with him as a trophy of his efforts. The loser? Well- he'd be left, no wins to his name and not even his pride to comfort him.
And unfortunately for Azul..fate had decided to take it's karma out on him.
"AHAHA! I WIN AZUL! TAKE THAT!"
Idia exploded with a joyous laughter. His hair flairing brighg yellow at the tips from his joy. He was comforted by the fact that he didn't have to lose whatever little self-esteem he had.
Azul on the other hand- he didn't know what to feel. Or even if he could anymore. His entire body washed with a cold wave sweat after realizing his loss. His ears ring loudly as he feels his hearts pumping in his head. This couldn't be real, it can't be..
"Come on bud, you made a deal. It'd be ironic of you to break it."
Azul really wishes that murder wasn't quite so forbidden on land compared to the sea. That way he could kill Idia and just say that it was a matter of survival of the fittest.
He sighs, rubbing his new forehead wrinkles. "I'm well aware of what I said Idia. But would you atleast let me keep some of my dignity?"
"No." Azul hadn't realize till that very moment how punchable Idia's face was.
"Come on Zuzu~ say it."
"Not yet."
"Say it."
"Did you not hear me? I sa-"
"Say it!"
"No!"
"SAY IT!"
"FINE!", Azul slammed his fists on the table and stood, "OI OI OI BAKA!"
...
...
Silence complete washes over the entirety of the monstro lounge. Everyone stares at Azul, wondering what the hell he's screaming and why. It's so silent he hears Jade and Floyd snickering from the kitchen. And Idia has never looked more happy in his entire life.
Hi everyone! Thought I'd make a post coming on here to say, that I'm taking a break from writing for a bit.
There's a multitude of reasons for it but mostly just due to overall lack of mental stability and being in a creative rut at the moment. When I do start writing again I will let you all know.
This does include my other blogs as well. Just thought I'd let you guys know since I haven't been posting as of late. I'll still allow in asks but will not be taking in requests.
the way I’ve been wracking my brain for the past few hours about yandere Tartaglia
So reader failed to escape BUT he won’t ever harm them BUT he cannot let this attempt go unpunished?
I feel like SpongeBob with his tongue sticking out tapping a pencil to his head 😭
Y'know I guess I should've explained more in depth in my first post. But uh, when I said that he'd never hurt reader, I meant he'd never hurt reader PHYSICALLY.
He's okay with hurting you mentally.
There's probably multiple ways he can quotes "teach you a lesson" but he finds the easiest way is loss of privileges and zero outside time. You have no interaction with anyone else beside him. And as he builds trust with you again, you get more privileges. Like supervised outside time.
Basically he'd never lay a hand on you, but brainwashing is never off the table deary. :]
Oh My .. I Didn’t Know The Platonic Malleus Would’ve Gotten Out Of Hand 😭 ..
I Feel Personally Responsible For The Situation ..
With That, I Apologize.
Have A Nice Day !
[ ☀️ ] anon.
No isn't any ones fault, I've just been getting more requests for Platonic Malleus more than I've gotten requests for anything else. Please don't apologize, I truly do appreciate the fact that I even get any requests in the first place but I would like to write for other characters.
Nobody needs to apologize, and I am thankful that I did start writing for Malleus because he helped me build blog to what is currently. But again, I think there are other characters that I would like to write for.
Sorry if in my first post about this topic was a bit brash, I was trying make firm point. Not trying to discourage those who want to send in requests. My inbox is still open for those who want to send in requests, I'd just like to move on from platonic Malleus.
Thank you though ☀️anon. I appreciate the fact you wanted to take responsibility. 🩷
I've seen your yandere dad Malleus, specifically where MC hallucinates their own family. I want to make it worse, :D.
Imagine, Malleus found a way to remove the hallucination, with lil to no reprucsussion physically. But, mentally it broke MC, since her "family" is gone and the demon (Malleus), stole her real family. And they started from a range to self harm, delete the self from the living plane, to be a vegetable, or to attempt to harm Malleus (with no success). Like, the removal of her imaginary family broke MC. And the only way for her to be back to normal, is to return her real family. And Malleus is just in pain.
Hello everyone!
Thought I'd drop in and mention that while I am willing to take requests, can we please stop harping on Platonic Yandere Malleus? This isn't a twst blog or a malleus fan blog, it's a yandere blog. And while I personally love Malleus and appreciate all the attention he's helped me produce, I'm getting pretty tired of writing for Malleus all the time.
No hate to these askers at all, but there's a limit to how much of single charcter I can deal with before I get bored.
Also I just wanted to make it clear that I do have a rules list / stuff I will and won't write in my pinned post. Please look at that before you decide to request anything.
Anyway thank you for listening to me rant for a minute. And sorry to these askers if I upset you.
Imagine the angst material of reader willingly deluding themselves into madness by creating hallucinations to escape from the tower after Malleus puts them there.
Especially if they create a new family inside of their head!
Malleus: *Was about to forgive the punishment bc he misses their baby.*
Reader: *Having a full-on engaged conversation with the wall in front of them, aka their imaginary father rather happily.*
Malleus: ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
See this is interesting because my response to any questions is the same. Typically.
Usually it involves Malleus either begging on his knees or putting reader into re-education.
With this one however, Mallues is just at a loss. His baby lost touch with reality, now forever doomed to be haunted by visions and apparitions that aren't even real. And guess whose at fault?
Him.
The guilt tears through him and can't help but beat himself over it. He realizes just how painful the tower must've been for you. His sweet little baby, locked away in a dingy old tower away from the father. Away from any part if of the real world. Of course you lost you mind, how could he be so stupid as to do this to you.
He ends up hugging your body close to his, you barely even react when he hugs you. He sobs apology after apology out of his mouth. The response he gets to his sorrows his your incoherent babbling. His cries in you shoulder get louder, and he runs his hand through your hair. Sniffling,
"Don't worry baby, Papa's here. Papa won't leave you alone again.."
Imagine the angst material of reader willingly deluding themselves into madness by creating hallucinations to escape from the tower after Malleus puts them there.
Especially if they create a new family inside of their head!
Malleus: *Was about to forgive the punishment bc he misses their baby.*
Reader: *Having a full-on engaged conversation with the wall in front of them, aka their imaginary father rather happily.*
Malleus: ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
See this is interesting because my response to any questions is the same. Typically.
Usually it involves Malleus either begging on his knees or putting reader into re-education.
With this one however, Mallues is just at a loss. His baby lost touch with reality, now forever doomed to be haunted by visions and apparitions that aren't even real. And guess whose at fault?
Him.
The guilt tears through him and can't help but beat himself over it. He realizes just how painful the tower must've been for you. His sweet little baby, locked away in a dingy old tower away from the father. Away from any part if of the real world. Of course you lost you mind, how could he be so stupid as to do this to you.
He ends up hugging your body close to his, you barely even react when he hugs you. He sobs apology after apology out of his mouth. The response he gets to his sorrows his your incoherent babbling. His cries in you shoulder get louder, and he runs his hand through your hair. Sniffling,
"Don't worry baby, Papa's here. Papa won't leave you alone again.."
This man is like a dog when it comes to his darling.
Sweet and caring to you but to everyone else he is a dangerous maniac who will attack anyone who dares to take a step too close.
I imagine that he probably found his darling when they were just wondering the streets.
No food, no water, no mora to their name. Nothing.
Not even a home or a family to go back to. Absolutely nothing.
Looking at your malnourished body, he felt both pity and anger.
How could someone, anyone for that matter, just walk by and let you slowly decay like this?
Certainly not him.
He decided in that moment he was going to take care of you.
"Shh, it's okay. Don't be scared. You're going be okay, everything is going to get better I promise."
He basically just picked you up, put up on his shoulder, and said "This is mine now."
In the beginning he tries his best to keep his distance, especially since he doesn't fully know what you went through on the streets.
And also you don't know that he's just trying to make sure you're okay.
It pains him to see you flinch away from all of his touches, when you refuse to eat for fear of being poisoned.
He doesn't know who made you so paranoid but all he knows is that he'll try to make your life as comfortable as possible.
And if that means he has to keep at an arms length, then so be it.
But everytime he sees you cuddle up close with the mountain of pillows and blankets on your bed, he can't help the burning jealousy he feels.
Why can't you cuddle him like that?
Once you start showing signs of getting better, your temper tantrums lessen in numbers, and you no longer flinch quite as hard when he pats your head. That's when he decides that now is the time to let loose.
"Sweetheart! Where's my sweetie? Where are you baby? Come here and give me some smooches."
The man is so smitten for you.
You have one of the most powerful men in teyvat wrapped around your delicate little pinky and you didn't even realize it.
He showers you with all of his love, from gift-giving, to quality time, to snuggling up together at all hours of the day.
You and him are practically attached at the hip.
However once you start getting better he has to go back to being a Harbinger.
Most of his job just includes him moving around a lot and not being able to come back home to Snezhnaya all too often.
Which means he either has to take you with him or leave you back at home.
As much as it pains him to do so he chooses to let you stay back home in Snezhnaya.
You've only just got use to being home in Snezhnaya, it would be cruel to make you start hopping place to place just to be with him.
It tears his soul apart that he has to leave you, but as a member of the Fatui, he does what he has to do.
He decides it's best not to introduce you to his family just yet, and instead allow you to be guarded by Fatui members when he's not around.
What he doesn't know however is that you plan on escaping when both he and the guards are not looking.
You're not much of a hassle to begin with so the guards have a tendency to slack off whenever they feel like it.
Which usually means taking short naps during their long working hours.
All you had to do was figure out when they usually fall asleep and prepare.
When the hour comes your more than ready, every fiber in your body is practically jumping with joy at being away from Tartaglia.
You wade through the thick snow of your Homeland, with a giant fur coat engulfing your body as you figure out which way to go.
In your excitement you don't think to cover your tracks. Which is how, when Tartaglia came home to an empty house with nothing but sleeping a guard to comfort him, he knew exactly where you went.
"Stop fighting it.", Ajax's tone drips with his barely contained rage. If his iron-grip on you wasn't a sign of his anger, then his voice for sure was.
Words couldn't describe how enraged you made him. He'd thought you been getting better, that you'd grown past wanting to run away. Turns out the moment he let his guard down is the moment you decided to sprint.
How dare you?
How dare you play with the strings of his heart like this. He trusted you with his heart and you just rip it all to shreds like it never even mattered.
His footsteps crunch in the crisp snow. His face no longer looks like that sweet, smitten, puppy dog that you knew. No this Ajax is cold, dangerous. The Ajax you knew was gone the moment he figured out you decided to run away from the sweet domestic home life you were so graciously blessed with. The Ajax you knew was replaced with Tartaglia the cold eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui.
The one who served the Tsaritsa with nothing but blind loyalty and bloodied blades.
You should've known that this plan would've failed. You should've known that Ajax would've done anything to get you back into his arms. Oh but how hope can blind the weak.
Hope prays on our dreams and tells us that no matter what we will prevail. No matter how many times we stumble and fall. Hope will guide the way. What a load of shit.
Hope is what got into this mess, carried like a princess, your arms held together tight behind you, your 'Lover' stalks his way back to the mansion hidden deep within the dense Snezhnayan forest. The very same mansion that has held you prisoner.
Hope has done nothing but lead you blindly into situations that progressively get worse and worse. You know that so far Ajax has been gentle with for fear that you'd get scared and try to run away. Now that you have, you tremble at what he might do to you now.
With every passing moment your mind fills with worse and worse images of torture you'd havr to endure at Ajax's hands. All because you allowed yourself to believe in some shitty hopefulness. With every new image, your lungs tighten even more. Your heart pounds in your chest, and your legs twitch. Every bone in your body screams at you to run.
But again, that's what got you here in the first place. Didn't it?
Ajax darts his eyes down at you, taking in your shakey form. Your uneven breathe and beating heart all tell-tale signs of how scared you are. How scared you are of him. Your terror must've taken over all of logical thinking.
No matter how angry you make him he'd never lay a so much as a finger on you.
Never.
He sighs before kissing your forehead, the kiss is soft and loving. Reminding you of the Ajax you knew. His face falls from the once tight expression to one more somber and melancholy.
Stress and disappointment etched onto his features. He loves you so much, and he hates that he'll have to punish you. But he can't just let you get away with this.
He brings you up higher, digging his face deep into the crook of your neck. Taking in a whiff of the sweet citrus perfume he gave you. You don't move, your body turned frigid the moment he kissed your head. You don't understand what's going on.
He lifts his head up, looking you in the eye. His eyes mimic a raging sea, waves of blue and teal swirl together to make a his powerful gaze. The look in his eyes is enough to bring tears to your eyes.
You've never seen him look at you like that. With such sorrow and sizzling frustration.
He brings a hand up to your face, wiping away all the tears falling from your watery eyes as he coos in your ears.
"Oh baby, don't cry, there's no need to be scared. I'd never hurt you. I only want what's best for you. But I can't just let stunts like this go unpunished. I promise you, it'll be over before you know it. Okay baby?"
Hello! I read your platonic yandere Riddle fic and I absolutely loved it, and I wanna request something.
Since this is Silver birthday week, I was wondering if you could do platonic yandere Silver with a little brother reader who is a bit rebellious?
Jeez I'm writing this super late, but atleast it's getting done! Might be a little ooc because I don't know Silver well, but I tried! Thank you for requesting!
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Anon-Yan
Platonic Yandere Silver X Male-Reader
Since there wasn't much context given, I'm gonna say reader in this scenario is another human son Lilia adopted. Kinda just finding reader out in the middle of the woods with only a blanket and a note that said your name, and that you were free for for the taking.
You being the only other human in Silvers life is probably what first got the ball rolling for his yandere tendencies.
Since the moment Lilia brought you home, Silver naturally just gravitated towards you.
From staring at your pudgy little baby-face, to asking if he can help take care of you.
Lilia obviously noticed this and only made his light obsession with you worse.
Like by telling Silver,
"It'll be your job to keep your baby brother safe and sound when he grows up. He'll need his big brother there with him."
Totally helpful.
As you grew up you were constantly guarded by Silver. Literally everywhere you went, he would follow behind like a little duckling.
You want to play alone? Too bad, Silver wants to be there with you.
You never got so much as second of privacy or alone time with Silver around.
Even if you complained to Lilia he was no help.
You just had to deal with being constantly followed for your entire childhood. Never getting a single second of peace.
When it came time for Lilia to go N.R.C. you honestly felt nothing. You never really had the same bond with Lilia as his other sons and was kinda glad to have the prankster out of the house.
However with Lilia gone meant that's Silver became the step-in dad.
You guys were teenagers and way past the age of having to be looked after constantly. But Silver insisted on looking after you more.
That pissed you off and you begun having a rebellious streak.
From Blatant disregard, to sneaking out of the cabin at night you did everything in your power to piss off Silver.
And boy oh boy did it work.
He could deal with you ignoring him, he's fine with it. But you sneaking out? Hell no.
Not only did you piss him off but you scared him half to death.
Especially since when you came back in the morning you bruises and cuts littering your body.
That's when decides to put a quick end to your little rebellion.
..by chaining you to your bed.
"I'm sorry, but I can't see you hurt again. You might not care for yourself but I do. Right now your a danger to yourself. Scream at me all you want, it won't change a thing. But I need you to be safe, okay?"
ooo okay, could you write something with yandere TEST first years (any of them, but definitely Jack and Epel) with a reader who naturally has curly hair (like 3A / 3B) and always straightens it, but one day their hair straighter broke so they have time go to class with their natural hair?
I think generally speaking all of the yandere first years would go banna's finding out you have curly hair. Not really because they think your hair is sooooooooooo cute and pretty. (Even though they do) more so they're upset that you kept a secret from them. You look so beautiful and that's the problem, you hid this beautiful away from them! How rude. Expect to never be left alone for a week or two, with somebody always at your side.
[Sorry this wasn't longer, I was stumped on what to write for this and couldn't come up with anything.]
Hey what do you think of a platonic yandere Malleus with a perfect child?
They get great grades, they are super well behaved, they never object to anything, simply what most people would describe as a perfect child.Only to discover that it's not true and that the reader has a completely different personality when he's alone/with friends.
They are those friends from the group who like art, their clothes are always covered in paint, they are always wearing headphones and I think it would be very interesting if she wanted to work with Music like being a singer
((sorry if this seems a little confusing, I'm not very good at expressing my ideas and it gets harder when my native language isn't English :p
Kisses from Brazil~★
It's okay! Honestly as a native English speaker I'm more than use to hearing and reading grammatical mistakes in English, often times coming from fellow native speakers, so please don't worry. Anyway, thank you and let's get to the fun stuff!
I imagine that if Malleus's had a perfect child things would go a bit differently. If you were a "perfect" child so to speak, you'd probably still be at N.R.C., hell you'd even graduate without much trouble from school or from your father.
It isn't until after you've graduated and you tell him your aspirations that things start to shift. See cause as much we all like to think Malleus changed after his overblot– let's be real. He'd never want his own child, the own he'd raised from baby to adulthood, to ever leave his side (yes he is aware of death but he prefers not to think about it)
You are to be his successor, his heir to the throne. Do you hate him, your own family, that much that you would leave them to do –what? Write songs? Travel around the world? Be independent? Could you be anymore cruel?
"When did this come about?" Is the first thing he says, the second being, "No."
He's against it wholeheartedly, and won't change his mind. When you try listing off reasons why he should let you go he gets angry and instead of explaining his reasoning, silences you with rolling clouds and a flash of green lightning.
He can't believe you, you know just how terrible he can be when when you make infuriating comments like that. For someone as gifted as you, you surely are foolish. The mere idea that you'd even want to leave Briar Valley stirs a hurricane inside him (and maybe a literal one too)
When you start rebelling against him, tired of overprotectiveness and need for freedom, you start small– being late to royal meetings, dressing messily to special events, and speaking casually to guests from foreign nations. It all irks him, but certainly not as much as the idea of you leaving did.
But then you start upping the anti, completely missing all those important meetings, refusing to speak or look at him altogether, and worst of all– sneaking out of the castle at night.
Upon hearing of your misdeeds from Sebek, of whom Malleus had watch over once he noticed you begin acting out, Malleus knew in that moment he could not let this stand.
Though in this instance, Malleus had Sebek drag you up into the tower– too stricken with grief and disappointment to bear to look you in the eye as you pleaded for your freedom.
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