We all love our girl dad Logan, but i just cant stop thinking about this man's animalistic tendencies and instincts.
(this is really just my own thoughts)
No content warning
Just thinking of the fall season coming to an end. The harsh winters soon approaching.
Logan, who usually has his instincts under control, begins to feel the primal urge to create a warm and cozy safe place for his little cub (that he unintentionally adopted).
it all begins in the X manor.
Logan takes apart his bedframe and tosses his mattress in the corner of his room before setting out on a mission to gather all of the most soft and cozy materials around the manor.
Blankets.
Pillows.
Stuffing?
Clothes.
Animal pelts. (Charles is still wondering what happened to the bear rug that was in the lounge)
Staff and students begin to notice missing cushions in various lounging areas as Logan secretly accumulates a vast amount of 'bedding' for his nest.
All with intention to keep his cub safe from the harsh winter storming outside the mansion.
For hours, Logan is locked inside his bedrom.
Creating the perfect nest for him and his cub to nest in for the winters.
Laying out pillows and blanets across his matress to create a perfect enclosure to huddle up from the cold.
He's long forgot about controling his instincts. Now he soley runs on them at this time.
I imagine him pawing and patting at his materials to create the perfect cushion to huddle up in before rubbing and rolling himself around inside to rub his scent into everything.
A way of marking territory and creating the perfect nesting enviroment.
But before he deemed the nest ready for his cub to join, Logan considered thier own instrests in comfort and items they are familiar with.
So before Logan brings his cub to join his nest, he seeked out many of thier favorite toys and stuffed animals to bring into his new cozy enviornment.
After many hours of hunting and gathering materials around the mansion for his nest, Logan has fianlly deemed it worthy of his cub to join. (whether they wanted to or not)
Now comes the moment of truth to bring his cub to join him in the nest he's created for them for warmth.
I like to imagine that his cub is just fine sleeping among the other children of the x mansion before he sneaks in and carries them off kidnaps in the night to his own bedroom. (bonus points if he carries them by the scruff of their pj's like a mama cat carrying her kits)
FINALLY, Logan brings his cub into the nest he's created for them.
Laying them down into the various animals pelts and blankets hes gathered before surrounding them with thier favorite toys and stuffed animals.
Wrapping his arms around them, holdling them close for both warmth and protection.
Uncontrollable purring emits from his throat as he settle in, feeling the most comfortable he's ever felt.
Finally at peace. Everything just feels right for once.
Though this also leads to the following morning that Logan just flat out refuses to let his cub leave the nest.
Doesn't even let them leave the room.
Growls at anyone that comes by his bedroom.
Tells them to "fuck off" with a snarl and teeth bared.
Thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed. I may or may not go more into depth with this subject cause TRUST ME i gotta a lot of thoughts going through my head about this! I just LOVE when people write Logan with animalistic tendencies.
Erik: I can't get outside. Logan's in the kitchen eating.
Charles: He doesn't mind too much when you walk by him and he's eating.
Erik: No, he doesn't mind when *you* walk by him when he's eating. I, however, get growled at.
Charles: Well, if you would stop trying to see how close you can get to his food before he bites-
This but with my Spider-sona, Jasmine, and Wade in my style.
He pisses her off but somehow they are still close friends.. roommates even wink wink
Some more reference art below👇🏼
Jasmine is your 'not-so-friendly neighborhood Spider-Woman'.. she can be a little violent and sometimes unsettling as she has problems recognizing social cues and trouble communicating due to insecurities. But she is incredibly smart but also lazy.
Due to radioactive spider DNA coursing through her veins, Jasmine suffered some mutations such as the pincers in her mouth and talons on her fingerpads that she can retract.
Her pincers produce paralyzing venom to momentarily stun enemies.
Unfortunately, she also has trouble controlling these new spider instincts that she is still getting used to.
These spider instincts also nearly caused her to eat her previous partner as some female spiders do.
My second attempt and redesign of my Spider-sona. (cringe, i know)
I don't got too much lore piled up on her yet, but I still love her.🫶🏼
I mainly changed up her mask design because I kinda wanted to show off her pincers in her mouth, but I wasn't exactly sure what approach to take.
(First attempt)⬇️ unfinished
Initially, I created a metal jaw plate that opened and closed on command but didn't exactly like it too much. Felt a little complicated gonna lie.
But I'm settling in on the idea of piercings in her ears that configure into her mask using nano-tech.
I just really like the idea of her mask secretly being some mundane accessory. Similar to Miraculous Ladybug and her earrings, which is where I got the inspiration lol.
this has been in my head all week and i just cant stop thinking about it.
I really love when other people depict Logan in such a feral way as if he can't help but be a bit of animal at times which isnt really wrong considering some of his parts in comics.
I just really love the idea of Logan being feral all together, but I never really see anyone use that same concept towards the possiblity of him having a cub of somesort whether it occurs natually or through random adoption.
like how Deadpool adopted Puppins with ZERO hesitation and Logan reluctantly saved Laura from the military. (that movie made me bawl my eyes out)
either way, i hope yall get what Im trying to say and here is a story of what has been locked in my brain for weeks.
CONTENT: implied Poolverine if you squint, feral and animalistic Logan, May be very out of character, no NSFW.
Logan has been living with Wade long enough to the point that the mercenary has began to grow used to when Logan regresses back into his feral, animalistic self before disappearing for days or even weeks.
Sometimes Logan returns with his clothes still on his back, sometimes (most of the time) he doesnt.
There have been various times that Logan has returned back to the apartment cover in blood, that isnt his, completely naked. Good thing Al doesnt have the misfortune of seeing it.
But despite Logan's moments of regression, Wade tries to be understanding and even tries to find ways to accomodate for Logan's feral nature. ⭐ENRICHMENT⭐
All is calm and in routine as the mercenary awaits Logan's return back to the apartment, until he hears the familiar sound of the front door swing open before slamming such. it had to be Logan.
But this time Logan didnt stick around to greet Wade like usual to let him know he was fine and back in the right headspace. Instead, Logan walked straight passed Wade in the living room and went straight for the bedroom.
Though there was a split moment where Wade caught the sight of some small creature dangling from Logan's mouth as he passed by.
"oh no... oh god.. todays the day that feral fuck brought his kill back into the apartment!" was all that ran through Wade's head as he quickly sprung off the couch to follow the gruff man into their bedroom.
"What the hell do you have?! Is it a cat?! please dont tell me you killed someone's cat and planning to finish it off here on the bed!" Wade called out as he rushed into the bedroom to stop the feral man, only to be met with the sight of Logan squeezing himself into the closet.
"No! dont put all that blood and shit all over the rest of my clothes!" the merc called out and tried to reach out and drag Logan out the small closet, only to be met with a deep rough growl and three adamantium claws heading straight for him.
By some grace, Wade was only knicked before stumbled back and falling striaght on his ass.
Pulling the clothes off thier hanger and piling them up on the closet floor, the gruff feral man began making a makeshift den or nest with the small creature still dangling from his mouth by their scruff.
By the look in his eyes and Logan's mannerisms, Wade could tell Logan was still regressed into his animalistic headspace so he needed to be mindful.
"Logan. Baby girl.. Whatcha got there, hm? is it alive? please let it be alive." The merc called out to Logan like someone speaking to a stray dog on the street, the usual tone he used when speaking to Logan when he regressed.
The feral man didnt answer, he only circled around, patting the pile of clothes into a more suitable nest before curling up on his side and gently setting down the small creature from his mouth.
Wade was finally able to get a glimpse of this small creature that sorta looked like a human child, but mostly looked like an animal.
Was it a mutant? A hybrid? Some other sort of lab expirement? Wade had no clue.
But any time the merc attempt to get a closer look, he was met with that same harsh growl that sort of sent goosebumbs down his skin and made him back up.
"Alright, alright mama hen.. I wont touch it... but what the fuck is it?" He grumbles to the feral man that was now using HIS clothes as a damn makeshift nest for whatever the hell this small creature was.
Logan was practically curled around the thing like a mother circling her pups to keep them safe, using his buff build like barrier.
Wade never got an answer from the feral man in his closet and was forced (he could've left) to watch Logan procced to lick and groom this baby creature like a cat cleaning its kittens for the next hour before Logan finally came back to the world.
But regarless of Logan being fully aware now, he still wasnt letting Wade get close.
Whatever that small creature was, Logan now deemed it as his cub, and his cub alone. He'd be DAMNED if he'd let anything happen to them under his watch.
please please PLEASE more hyperspermia with joel. maybe a longer fic where he just keeps filling reader over and over and over and talking sooo filthy. maybe sprinkle in some mean joel… 😔
(need this man #raw)
One more
Parings: mean!joel miller x fem!reader
Content warnings: explicit content 18+, overstimulation, breeding kink, hyperspermia, degradation (calling reader 'milkslut', 'cumdump'), praise kink, cock bulge/belly bulge, cum inflation/swollen belly, hair pulling and slapping, possessive and mean!joel, choking (consensual), dirty talk, use of pet names 'babygirl' and 'sweetheart, excessive cum play, potential physical exhaustion/weakness of reader.
Word count: 1000
Your body's already trembling neath him, the sheets ruined, soaked with sweat and slick and cum, but dosent stop.
He can't.
He needs it.
Needs you. Like this.
He mutters something under his breath, something low and filthy and before gripping your hip, hauling you up onto your side. You're pliant, twitching, a gasp trapped in your throat as he rolls you, presses his chest to your back and sinks back inside your slick, aching cunt.
Slow. Deep. Possessive.
"Fuck- joel-"
"Shh. Shh, baby. I know."
His voice is all gravel and heat, right at your ear as he presses his palmdown over your belly. "Just one. Just need one."
But it's never just one with him.
He drives in again. And again.
Thick and hard and dripping wet, dragging the mess of himself lit of you, only to bury it back in with a bruising slap of skin. You're so full, streched wide and trembling as he fucks his cum deeper and deeper inside. "So fuckin' tight," Joel grits out, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your shouler. "You feel that, sweetheart? That's all me. All that mess dripping down your thighs. Fuckin- look at you." He fists your hair and makes you lift your head just enough to see the bulge in your stomach, his cock, thick and swollen, pushing up against the swell in your belly as he pistons inside you.
"Milkslut," He growls.
"That what you wanted? That why you were beggin' earlier, grindin' all needy on meoke some dumb little bitch in heat?"
You whimper, tears spilling. It's too much- but you crave every second of it. "Uh-huh," He smirks, breathing hot filth into your skin.
"You like being red, don't you? Like gettin' filled up, leaking all over the fuckin' sheets like a messy little whore." His voice drops, darker now. The pace is brutal. The sound of your soaked pussy clapping against his hips is loud in the room,arched only by your stuttering moans.
"Mine"
A hard thrust.
"Mine"
Another.
"Say it."
You can't even form the word, not when he's gripping your throat, not when your brain's short circuited from the pleasure, your cunt spasming around him from the fourth orgasm he's wrung our of you in the last hour.
He doesn't care.
"Say it."
"Y-Yours, Joel- oh fuck, I'm yours-"
"That's right, baby."
He slaps your ass, watching it jiggle. Watching you take it.
"Good fuckin' girl, such a good little cum dump for me. Gonna fuck a baby into you, keep you swollen all the fuckin' time."
You clench.
That breaks him.
His thrusts go sloppy as he empties into you again, groaning loud, hips grinding into the mess between your thighs, making sure mome of it leaks out. "Goddamn - take it, sweetheart. Don't spill a drop. You hear me?" Your thighs are shaking. His seed is leaking. And Joel just laughs, low and mean.
"Better get used to this, darlin'. 'Cause I ain't pullin' out ever again."
~~~
You've already lost count.
Maybe it was the third time he came- maybe the fifth. It's impossible to know anymore with how long he's kept you pinned, stuffed full of his cock, held there like a ragdoll while he fucks you into the mattress. His chest is slick with sweat, body heavy and burning against your back as he thrusts up into you, rutting slow and deep. Every movement makes your cunt squelch loud, messy, soaked in his cum and slick and spit and who the fuck knows what else.
"You hear that?"
Joel bites your earlobe as he pushes in to the hilt.
"You fucking hear that, baby? That's me pourin' into you again"
And he is.
You feel it.
Another thick gush floods you as he groans, hips grinding in tight, desperate circles, pumping rope after rope of heat so deep it makes your eyes flutter back. The pressure builds in your belly, a warmth that spreads slow, growing fuller, heavier, deeper.
"Shit- fuck," You whimper, voice shaking. "Its- joel- it's too much, I can't-"
"You can, sweetheart. You will."
He smirks into your neck, teeth grazing skin. "This cunt's made to take it. My messy little milkslut."
Your belly's swollen now, soft and rounded where his cock bulges up through your skin. His hand spreads wide over it, pressing down just enough to feel himself from the inside. "Fuckin' look at this," Be growls, voice dropping filth.
"Can feel my cock through your tummy. You're so fuckin' full, babygirl. Stuffed to the brim and still takin' it. "
He pulls back just an inch only to ram in again.
A squirt of cum spills from between your thighs. It's not the first time. Wont be the last.
"There it is. Can't even hold it anymore."
He watches it leak down your ass, pooling beneath you on the sheets.
"Made my own little cumdump. Look at that mess. So greedy for it. "
Another thrust. You sob into the pillow, overstimulated and burning. Your thighs are shaking, soaked with slick and sweat and his endless release.
"Gotta keep fuckin' it back in"
He shoves deeper, groaning.
"I ain't done. Not 'till I plug you ful. 'till there's no room left in that little pussy of yours."
You're whimpering, clawing weakly at the sheets.
"Say it," He grits out, slapping your plump red ass.
"Say what you are."
"I'm- I'm your- your milkslut," You gasp, breath hitching.
"Fuck Joel- I'm your filthy little milkslut-"
"Good fuckin' girl."
Another load floods you. Thick, hot, endless. Your belly streches a little more beneath his hand and Joel moans sl deep it rumbles against your back. "That's it. Take it. Take every last fuckin' drop." When he finally stops moving, cock still twitching inside you, you feel it. The sheer weight of him isndid. How soaked you are, how ruined.
But Joel just keeps you there. Plugged full, your cunt fluttering weakly around him.
You're shaking.
He laughs softly and strokes your belly.
"Gonna knock you up real good this time, babygirl."
I have officially fallen back into the rabbit hole of Still Wakes The Deep once again.
I have always been fascinated by the art of horror movies and games, especially when it comes to the aspect of body horror.
The story behind this game almost made me cry because it is so sad and heartfelt despite being a gruesome horror game.
Though I am mostly fascinated by the concept of the parasitic entity people have come to call The Shape.
Small rant SPOILER WARNING
The concept of the parasitic entity had always drawn my attention over the fact that it appears to have hallucinagenic properties that causes its victims to see and hear things that aren't actually there.
The biggest example I see of this is deeper into the story of the game where Caz begins to see visions of past arguments with his wife, Suze.
But as we dive further into the story, Caz begins to hear his wife's voice on the phone of the oil rig after having encountered The Shape on multiple occasions.
I have a small headcanon of the entity possibly using its hallucinogenic abilities to lure in potential victims to reach its goal of infecting everything in its path in order to spread.
I imagine that The Shape would manipulate the minds of the oil rig workers to trick them by making them hear the voices of their loved ones, along with providing visions to lead them to fall into its trap to become infected and spread its biomass beyond its reach.
Though, in the game, we can hear that the crew members still seem to have some consciousness even after having been infected and mutated by The Shape.
It makes me wonder if they are somehow aware of their actions, despite being mutated beyond recognition.
When first encountering Gibbo in the beginning, he seems aware that is is changing and can't understand why, and tells Caz to stay away from him.
Perhaps Gibbo could feel the violent tendencies corrupting his mind that come with The Shape's infection and knew he could harm others.
I feel it falls into the "Conscious but not in control" concept and I think that is just horrible and downright saddening.
Couldn't imagine your body mutating beyond recognition as your mind is corrupted by the malicious intents of The Shape that wishes to spread and infect anything in its way.
Now diving into the visuals of the art that is The Shape as it spreads through out the rig and others.
When first encouraging The Shape while Caz is traveling below the rig, we catch sight of the entity spiraling around the main drill.
Though I feel it does not appear to have any sense of horror to it, in fact, it almost appears harmless.
When encountering The Shape in some parts of the rig, we see it emitting a soft light as it pulses through the metal walls of the building.
I feel as if it is almost inviting and showing a sense of salvation, especially when using hallucinations to trick the mind.
It feels as if, despite being an entity beyond our comprehension, The Shape has a sense of beauty.
Also, its spiraling form that it holds throughout the rig, it reminds me of a DNA spiral, and it makes me feel like it is trying to connect with modern lifeforms after having been buried beneath the Earth for who knows how long.
I am a bit disappointed that there isn't much information from the developers regarding The Shape's concept and lore, but I like that it also gives users the ability to create their own beliefs and stories towards the entity's concept.
Anyways, here's some art I doodled real quick. Also I'd be happy to hear your guys' ideas/headcanons of Still Wakes The deep. 🫶🏼✨️
Need a fic named "the mating habits of a wolverine" or something where feral logan is ligit feral for his rut. Like ACTUALLY feral.
Feel free to use any of this, just tag me so I can read it
Im talking Wade brings him out to the woods, rents out a cabin but logan INSISTS that he dig a massive yet stable underground den near the cabin. One where wade goes along with everything logan wants to do, just curious about what comes naturally to him. Logan still lets wade in the house and what not. He esspecially likes to drag wade down there and mate with him; tuck him in lick his head purring before going out to hunt onlg to bring back something wade has to make inside the house cause Logan wants to eat it raw but wade dosn't. Logan, who breeds wade at random times, biting his neck and clawing him to stay still unless wade ragdolls and becomes completely and overly submissive because logan will just bite harder.
I need logan to go full primal, hunt and mate, hunt and mate. Just over and over, stuffing wade in both ways each time. When he is home and he isn't fucking his brains out, Logan lays with him, purrs on him, naps in the den, nests for him., each day he purrs on wades stomach and kisses him goodbye before going out to hunt. Unfortunately theyve already packed 2 freezers and logan didnt seem anywhere near finished with his rut yet. Wade may flip over, but where ever logan wants it, he takes it (given his mate dosn't try to run away after he mounts him) this includes outside in the snow... twice. Wade is allowed to say what he wants, touch him how he wants, kiss him a ton, and even scream if he wants too.
Logan growls at him to hold still or to lay down, holds his hips and jerks forward like a mutt in heat.
By the end of the rut wade has been filled with so much wolvie cum it aint funny and logan is actually embaressed. Wade loved every second. He's starting to miss it already..lounging around relaxing with a big cabin all to himself and exhausted from all the mating. Head quiet, stomach full, warm and taken care of.
The amount of stalking logan does to him is insane too. Wade will be just sitting there coloring or something and here comes logan silently stalking up behind him to pounce on him and scoop his hips up before wade can run off (not like he would) I kinda imagine wade walking around in a moomoo type long shirt? No undies obviously, just enough to keep him warm. But lets logan access what ever he needs. This being said Logan is a gentleman. Brings him entire deers, flowers, rats, rabbits, anything he can get his hands on that might make his mate happy. If he can't just slide right in, he'll snarl at wade until he puts his chest on the floor with his arms flat and then lick at him until he's wet enough to slip in. It does vary though. Sometimes its a quick and rough kind of mating and other times its slower, more licking and purring involved. He'll lick his dick too to clean it up. He cant have his mate being dirty what would that say about him? Overall Logan is such a good boy even when feral. He might not truely get "No im sore right now" but he backs off from any signs of discomfort like trying to get away from him or shoving him away. Hissing noises or growls. He's not sour about it either. If anything he pulls away and just rolls over to show he wont hurt you. If wade wants he could growl at logan until he rolls over and then ride. Logan won't mind.
Sometimes when logan is out hunting (for literally hours) wade will take an actual shower, clean himself out and replace it with actual lube. He'll eat an actual meal like mac and chesse with broccoli instead of just meat, but for the most part he's ussually resting. If wade does fall asleep logan will come home and curl up next to him. He's not gonna mate his mate when hes already tired. Even he knows mamas gotta sleep for the pups to grow. Thats the whole point of this anyway. Just a week straight of trying to prove he's worthy enough to have pups with. Hell. Logan still courts him every morning. Part of wade misses this. The simplicity. The other half of wade really HATES being alone inside of a cabin in the middle of nowhere with no wifi to doomscroll...
Someone asked me to elaborate on this post, so I will :3 (18+)
Logan is a man who has always been a pack animal—a sheep in need of a flock, if you will. As much as he can deny it, he thrives off of a need to belong, a need to be needed. He’ll never admit it, but the signs are there.
Being fiercely loyal, his devotion, violent towards anyone or anything that threatens his peace. With the X-Men he’s protective, but with you? It’s something else entirely.
When Logan finds a partner actually willing to stay with him—broken, animalistic thing that he believes himself to be—he holds on tight to them and refuses to let go. It’s an odd mix between a child holding onto its favorite doll and a dog sinking its teeth into its favorite chew toy—but the intent is the same regardless.
You’re his, and he’s never gonna let you go.
To say he would kill for you is truly an understatement—he would wage war for you, would watch the viscera river down his arms in streams—a privilege he offers to you and you alone, the only woman in the world he’d ever trust with his leash. It scares him, how much control you have over him, but it excites him all the same.
The best part? You truly have no idea how much power over him you have.
Even the simplest things have him bending over backwards for you, calling for him from across the house in that melodic voice he loves so much just to ask him for help.
“Could you help me with dinner?”
“Mind grabbing this for me?”
“I’m too lazy, sorry to be a bother—“
And the answer is the same each time—“You’re no bother princess, just say the word.”
He wants to scold you sometimes at the mere suggestion that his answer would ever be no. When it comes to you, he doesn’t think the word is in his dictionary. You have him deeply, truly, well trained, so much so that he’d gladly kneel at your feet if it meant you’d look down at him, because at the end of the day you’d still be looking at him.
Embarrassing really, that the big bad wolverine is secretly a lovedrunk puppy, one that’d dig his thumbs into the arches of your feet, smiling to himself when you let out that deliciously drawn out moan when he hits the right spot, right there, thank you.
However, that same puppy turns into a feral hound whenever he perceives a threat. Whether it be friend or foe, he’s one step behind you the moment you show any kind of discomfort. Even the slightest hint of hostility and Logan’s right there, chest puffed and glaring daggers at whoever was stupid enough to try, and that’s on the best of days.
On the worst of days…it’s a different story entirely. You’ve become far too familiar with the dulled sound of skin meeting metal, that familiar snikt before you’re forced to stand between Logan and his next victim. The two of you have gotten kicked out of your fair share of establishments, but Logan apologizes in a way only he can—with his mouth against your cunt.
Every lick, every suck, every touch, an apology. Muttering into your pussy, worshipping it, his tongue against your clit his own personal prayer, the sound of your moans his reward for being so devout.
“Sorry for getting us in trouble doll—“
His palms smooth over your trembling flesh, rough and calloused, just the right amount of pressure to keep you grounded.
“Sorry for getting you banned from your favorite shop—“
His fingers leave divots in your thighs, pulling himself further against your mound. His nose bumps against your clit with each pass, and the feeling leaves you gasping for air.
“Sorry for being so protective—“
Again and again, his mouth brings you to heights you never thought possible.
“Sorry for being so rough, just can’t help myself.”
In more ways than one, he really can’t, can’t take the man out of the beast if he’s more beast than man. Can’t teach a feral dog to socialize, but you can teach it who his master is.
And boy, do you fucking teach him.
You give him the best lesson of your life whenever you praise him, spread your legs and pull his head deeper into your needy cunt, dig your nails into his scalp just the way he likes it and moan for him while your thighs shake and your pussy squirts against his taste buds.
i lied. anyways, have this small steven drabble :3
"Slow- ah! - down!" Despite Steven's attempts at getting you to slow down, you did anything but. Your claws gripped his knees to his chest, his pretty plump pussy on full display, and fuck, what a view it was. It stretched nicely around your cock, the sweet wet squelch sound bouncing off around his room as you all but fucked into him.
Not that he was complaining, of course not your little Steven. You knew he was a little slut, you knew it when you first met him, could feel his pheromones teasing you, fucking slut. The thought alone has you growling, sharp teeth clenched and drooling down your dark lip as you quickened the pace—somehow.
It ripped a loud squeal from Steven, who thrashed and cried out as he squirted, and your hold on him tightened as you pressed him deeper against the bed and deepened your thrusts. Your cock pounded into his sloppy cunt, ou could feel his gummy walls clenching around your cock, silently begging for your knot. Steven babbled underneath your larger form, his curly hair sticking to his scalp as he cried, so flushed and sweaty; you leaned down to lick at his tears. It was salty.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a sharp moan when you sharply jabbed your cock against his sweet spot. He looked exhausted—maybe getting fucked by a werewolf was what he needed to have a good night's rest.
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