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♯𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐇.ㅤa mutual exclusive & selective roleplay blog for 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗔 from square enix’s series 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦. / extremely ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 & sometimes not canon compliant; follows in-game lore mixed with own theories & stories. / focused on 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 eternal homesickness, heroic sacrifices and bittersweet smiles. / as dearly beloved by 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙪 ( he/she, 21+ ) since 2015, rebooted in 2024. / triggers may be present, 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘. / please read my rules below before interacting.

𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ♡ . . . @13nth / @promiseas .

#❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤpinned post﹔ㅤㅤdo not reblog.#huge wip but we balling #i gave up on a carrd. may do a gdocs later but hello kh fandom my beloved ive missed you <3

so like. the real missing link is all of us missing sora huh

#ooc.#hi #i logged on just bc of today #hope youre all doing good <3

lostcap

“You carry the heavens in you eyes like one of those old Greek tragedies. And I’d call you Atlas, but he wasn’t given a choice to hold the stars. You were.”

— yet still you break your back by holding the sky in your palms (via p.d)

#❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤmusings﹔ㅤㅤof an ordinary heart.

sorry for horror-fying your kingdom hearts. it will happen again. stay tuned for when i talk about sora's very vivid nightmares and his little ptsd episodes post kh3. thanks, have a good night!

#❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤout of character﹔ㅤbiggest dead sora fan.#i have like. 14 headcanons on my drafts atm UE UE UE #i'll eventually pump those out #also cheers to everyone who also horror-fies their muses or keeps them bright and chill i vibe with all the 2 types #but sometimes it's just so cathartic to like. write some horror stuff yk #that being said pls dont misunderstand me i still want fluff ASJDHJHG #i'll reply to DMs and stuff slowly ! my energy has been so low lately im sorry 👉👈

dreamsandhonor

He icey 🥶

#gif /#❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤsora﹔ㅤㅤkeyblade made hero.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ notes about sora's sacrifice.

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#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄 and #𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒: an exploration on the prices required to being a saviour. this post will mesh canon content from kingdom hearts (specifically the famous scene of kh1, called “a hero’s sacrifice”, i.e. sora sacrificing himself to save kairi’s heart) with my own interpretation and spice. originally published in 2016 on one of my old blogs, this drabble has been slightly rewritten to account for my current understanding of sora’s character. / CW: mentions of war, depictions of body horror and extreme injuries.

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ㅤㅤhe didn’t notice his scar at first. could anyone blame him? so many talked about the wonders of travelling through the cosmos, how grand the sights were, how marvellous shared waves of laughter felt on expanding chests. to share warmth, to give hope, to cut down pieces of one’s own heart so others could smile. stars smiled upon givers, doors opened to sacrifices, and promises always fulfilled themselves in hurt. that’s what it meant to be chosen by the keyblade. wasn’t it amazing? yes, that sounded fantastic. but you see, very few accounts were given of exhausted days spent chasing darkness and fighting monsters. he kept dragging his body through the road ahead, the soles of his shoes barely glued together as his feet burned against pebbles.

ㅤㅤshamefully, he missed his bed. he felt his stomach turn upside down, hungry for homemade food. it was hard to breathe, his shoulders ached from heavy burdens and the sword in his hand felt uncomfortable to carry in fresh calloused hands. he wished kairi and riku were at least there with him. if anything, even if they were lost or without any horizon on what to do, they’d be together. that’s all he wanted. but they weren’t, and no amount of missing would bring them back. he saw them disappear, right next to him. he wasn’t strong enough to go with riku and he wasn’t fast enough to catch up with kairi. on the left, he saw the boy he grew up with being swallowed by darkness in a place he couldn’t follow. on the right, he saw his other best friend be taken back by the light of the worlds, returning to their islands. in the middle, he stayed. and somehow he had to find a way to reunite with them both. he had to. who would judge him? he was only a kid back then, and he still believed in heroic tall tales. so he kept smiling. he always kept smiling. what’s a little pain, right? he could take it. children can always bear the weight of the world on their backs—at least that’s what wars make you believe. it’s what the stars want to, anyway.

ㅤㅤhe kept walking. and walking. and walking. but it still hurt.

#body horror /#war /#injuries /#❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤcharacter study﹔ㅤㅤjiminy cricket notes.#i had this posted on my old blogs and it used to be ''''''just''''' a rly ugly long scar on his chest. now i've decided it's... worse!#this may be gross to people so like. read at ur own discretion.#sora is just a little bit insane to try and keeping himself positive SJADHGKJ #the (deluded) optmism and doomed hopefulness was something i wanted to capture #anyways his open wound/injury May get better as the years progresses #but i want it to be Fucked Up at first thanks

the downside of being too much into bg3/dnd at the moment is that i keep transforming characters into dnd characters and making their character sheet in my mind. for example, sora would definitely be a wild magic barbarian with a multi-class on fighter-champion; no further explanation is needed. riku? warlock with a pact with the great old one [darkness], but he breaks his pact later on. kairi? give me a sorcerer of a draconic bloodline [princesses of hearts having a long lineage n being super rare n all that] with multiclass on warlock with a pact with an archfey [lady luck]. considering destiny islands is as secluded area, very elvish-like in its utopia, they'd be either humans (ofc) or elves or half-elves and i think that's pretty neat. anyways, all this to say, i think we should make bg3 verses.

#also this is an amazing time to ask:#if u had to make ur character fit in a dnd world; what class and race would they be?#pls i need to know #i'm now deep in the hole of trying to honour mode bg3 SHDJHG #gale dekarios my fucking love i'll write u one day #❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤout of character﹔ㅤbiggest dead sora fan.

ari-kanon

海边

#❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤaesthetics﹔ㅤㅤisland maresia.

& @ofinflorescence plotted starter for johnny based on our convos.

ㅤㅤwhereas cid was an absolute grump, his engineer genius friend was much easier to deal with. no gloats of past glories with him, no surprise-assigned homework or trash-talks regarding a certain wizard. nope! johnathan—or simply johnny, how he, thank gods, offered to be called once he noticed how much sora’s tongue twisted to pronounce his name—had this gentle aura about him, despite the scar on his face and roughened oil-dirty fingers. it felt nice to be with him and hear him talk about his machinery for the claymore defence system project. despite not understanding a good chunk of what all those terms meant, they sounded important and cool, so sora was more than happy to engage in conversation. sometimes, he could remember a thing or two! and frankly, johnny’s patience and enthusiasm were inviting qualities. the keyblade wielder’s lack of savviness, when it came to technology, was well-known across hollow bastion, but it didn’t seem to scare the young mechanic from trying to fix and upgrade the gummi ship. from the top of the counter, sora kept playing with cube parts, tilting his head to his companion on the ground with tools in hand.

ㅤㅤ“sooo, since the engines are more protected now, does that mean i can crash the gummi ship a couple more times before getting back for maintenance? that sounds awesome!” and super useful, too, considering just how regularly sora’s awful driving got the trinity trio in trouble! he didn’t get why cid kept complaining he was getting grey hair from hearing sora talk about his spaceship.

#ofinflorescence #❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤverse﹔ㅤㅤendless search / ᴋʜ2.#HERE WE GO RILEYYYYY !!#i hope this is okay !! let me know if you want anything changed <3 #sora is an idiot when it comes to tech and i'm so sorry already johnny #sora vc: oh NEAT i can crash on stuff more times now before worrying to come here !

& @13nth 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 . . .ㅤㅤ" oh noooo! nobody attack! " dramatically sprawls across sora to cup his face and bombard his face with kisses!! oh the horror!! somebody save the keyblade's chosen!!

ㅤㅤthe world never felt bigger and smaller at the same time. through pixels of an old tv, an upbeat 8-bit song kept playing in a loop on barely functional speakers, letting the two opposing players know this would be their final round on the “out of this world all-galaxy cup!!!!”—yes, with four exclamation points in total, that’s how important it was. it hadn’t been a tie so far, but these last ‘starry points’ could determine the winner of the race and grant first place for good to anyone who crossed the finishing line before anyone else. a perfect opportunity to steal the laurels of victors, one might say! sora breathed deeply and held his controller with sweaty palms as he watched his lion-esque avatar taunting roxas’ yellow bird on the screen. but there was only a chuckle in response, which made him even more nervous. hayner, pence and olette all said that there was no competing against roxas when it came down to video games; the guy was a beast. but maybe… just maybe… who knows, right? clear skies met stormy eyes as a silent promise was made: may the best one get the last thunder as a trophy in this epic duel. vroom, vroom, vroom! engines were running hot, he could hear his other cracking his thumbs. gulp! neither cared that it rained outside and the window to roxas’ room was half-open still, droplets falling on both their jackets. no. all that mattered in that singular, little-big moment was this—to win or to lose.

ㅤㅤone, two, three… go!

ㅤㅤand they were racing! sora kept moving his hands and body alongside his in-game vehicle, sometimes bumping his elbow on roxas’ arm, who seemed far too accustomed to this happening already. he managed to get a few loot boxes first and immediately pressed one of the controller buttons to use whatever was at his disposal, key-smashing whatever commands popped. roxas was close by, but with a speed boost and perfect use of a looted miniature rocket, he left his competitors behind to eat dust! urrrrrgh!

ㅤㅤsora’s frown and exasperation must’ve been really loud because, from his peripheral vision, he could see roxas turning his attention to face him with a huge smirk. darn!—it? a goofy, banana-induced sound kept playing from the game as roxas’ avatar was sent spiralling a few places behind. the trap trail, left behind by one of the npc racers, got roxas from his #1 position to #8 in a blink! there was hope still! a butter knife would soon eliminate the last five cars; all sora needed to do was keep his position as #3 and be safe! jumping from his floor cushion, he stood up and kept smashing all the keys his fingers could find, using his remaining items to gain more advantage. the butter knife was in, and with a quick growl and a glimpse at the mini-map, he could see that roxas’ avatar had been eliminated. sora was now #2! he could win, he could win! if he only took the speed boost on his left—

ㅤㅤoh noooo! nobody attack!

ㅤㅤand he was tackled down, having his mighty fall softened by roxas’ bouncy bed while the controller slipped from his fingers! instinctively, almost too naturally, sora’s lips reciprocated the caress he received, despite the competitive grumbling on him. a kiss on his nose, on his forehead, on his cheek, on his chin, on his mouth, on his eye. he really was going in for the attack! “roxaaaaas—!” even if he tried complaining, kicking his feet against the sheets, sora was chuckling. “i’m almost winning, hang on just a little—” ta-da-la-la! the sound effects of confetti and explosions made it known to both boys that the race was over as they looked over the screen from striped pillows. winner of the round: purple turtle! a random npc had claimed victory over the entire cup because of this last round’s result. on the podium, sora’s avatar received the bronze medal, while roxas got a silver star. no way. and just when he was so close to finally beating roxas, too, talk about being unlucky—wait a second. he stared down at the blond, who had a feline-like grin on his lips.

ㅤㅤ“d-did you do that just so i wouldn’t beat your record?!” not as gently as he thought, he smashed the blond’s face with a pillow, hitting him a couple more times as he tried to hide away the pinks of his cheeks. “you—you meanie!” sora would never admit it outloud, but well played, roxas. but oh, he’d never live down the embarrassment of having thought his other had a sudden urge for kissing… and that he had quite liked the urgency… stars above, roxas really knew how to play his games. he remained the untouchable winner even when sora tried to suffocate him with an improvised feathery weapon. how else would someone explain the poor islander’s heart fluttering? if hearts could be prizes…

#13nth #❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤ13nth﹔ㅤㅤi will see you in every sunset.#heres your! dose! of fluff!!!!!!#your highness i wanted to make something rly casual but super cute and funny HASJDHG #I HOPE U LIKE IT TEA

luxmoogle

₊‧꒰ა ᴬ ˢᵗᵒʳᵐ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒʳᶦᶻᵒⁿ ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ ₊ ‧

#❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤsora﹔ㅤㅤkeyblade made hero.#LOVE this

@13nthㅤ/ㅤcontinued idea from this. ♡

ㅤㅤsummer days in destiny islands weren’t as hot as one might think. palm trees would often bow to the constant singing of the wind, feisty crickets could be heard arguing in distant green bushes and the salty air from the shore was capable of luring anyone to go for a dip in the beautiful ocean at the horizon. it was paradise. the perfect temperature, the perfect weather, the perfect kind of day. for napping, for going on a stroll, for swimming, for fishing, for anything, truly! well, that’s how sora saw it, at least. it was home! he was so excited to finally share some of those island experiences with roxas. perhaps they could go catch some fireflies later in the night, and the next day they could wake up early to watch the sunrise on a boat before fishing for lunch. there was an old lighthouse he knew he’d love, too. and sand castles! watermelon juice! splash war games!

ㅤㅤoh, if smiles had wings, sora would be soaring high into the sky right now. going to the beach was one of his other’s old dreams after all, right? and even though roxas had shared some of that with xion, lea, hayner, pence, olette and isa already… he hadn’t learned how to swim! this is where he got into the picture. maybe that made him a bit too happy, his prideful stance and gleam were impossible to cover; shirtless he was in more than one sense, with nothing to hide. not that he wanted to, anyhow. it was so wonderful to finally share something so real with him—a memory of both of them, for both of them. never mind the scars of the past that stained hearts and sun-kissed body.

ㅤㅤbut it seemed as if roxas wasn’t faring very well under the bright, unclouded sun of sora’s hometown. when the brunet had held his hand to guide clumsy steps into the water, he could already feel how warm pale hands were between calloused fingers. at first, he thought it was nervousness; he remembered well when he and kairi were little, her hand would become sweaty and warm whenever they were at the beach. maybe just like her, roxas was afraid of the ocean, sora thought. but it didn’t seem to be the case. they had managed to move further from the shore, the surface level tickling above their waists, and the blond had hummed in agreement about wanting to go deeper into the sea. where they were, it wasn’t enough for them to begin their swimming training session yet, but of course, sora had already moved in closer to hold roxas’ sides, just in case a bigger wave came to unbalance him. this is were it got weird, though: even though the water was incredibly refreshing, he could see how pepper-red roxas’ face was. he had never seen him like this. it was worrisome.

ㅤㅤ“roxas”, he called, one hand still placed on his waist while an inquisitive palm came up to cup a flushed cheek. it was so hot to the touch. “are ya alright? you’ve been acting strange ever since we got here, and it feels like you might have a summer fever...” sora definitely wasn’t using that term right, but who could contradict those puppy blue eyes of his and how he caressed skin as if it was second heart? “do you wanna take a break? i can carry you to the treehouse, it’s cooler there.”

#13nth #❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤverse﹔ㅤㅤguardian of light / ᴋʜ3.#here's ur dose of silly fluff my love <333

luzofstars

@heroeth gets the thing!

Something was wrong and Riku wasn't sure what he could do about it. Sora was upset, his happiness towards Riku being named Keyblade Master had been genuine but he knows his best friend. Sora should have gotten the title too. He was the most deserving of them. Saving the worlds from Ansem, fighting the Organization and taking down Xemnas. It felt unfair that the brunet didn't receive the title too after the many things he's done for so many people and worlds.

He was grateful to Master Yen Sid when he told them to rest for a couple days before their assignments would be given. While Riku wouldn't mind going out there now, he understood that rushing could lead to missteps. It also gave him a moment to catch up to Sora who'd left the office as soon as they'd been dismissed.

"Sora! Sora, wait–" Riku called out as he moved quickly to catch up to the other without outright running after him. He briefly wondered if the tower had given him less stairs to catch up with him, but he wasn't going to question the small blessing as he quickly reached out and grabbed Sora's wrist. "Sora..."

The words clogged up in his throat, unsure if even probing would be okay. Riku had wondered if perhaps he'd been overthinking it, if he had imagined hearing the underlying upset underneath Sora's congratulatory words before. But, no, he was positive he hadn't imagined it. If he was the type to hide his feelings behind guarded walls and a cool façade then his best friend was someone who hid behind his smiles. It was something that could fool most people, just not Riku.

"Please look at me?" He asks, voice soft and his gaze imploring even if the other couldn't see it yet. His hand gave Sora's wrist a careful squeeze but still kept his grip loose enough in case he wanted to pull it away. "Are... are you okay?"

How he wished there was a different way to ask that question but he'll work on that.

heroeth

ㅤㅤonce upon a time, before darkness tore away their home, they were always together. or, well, as much as boyish foolishness would permit their hearts to cross. it went like this: they’d go on adventures, exploring secret places of destiny islands that were deemed too dangerous to young hearts, and all that guided daring judgement was their growing curiosity and desire to part from safe chores. they would spend day and night sharing dreams too grand to be contained by paper or logistics, talking about their recent schemes and planning tomorrows as if everything in the universe was within their grasp. they’d compete against one another, running and fighting ‘till their lungs ached and their backs rested against tropical sand. but even back then, sora would grumble under his breath, tired of only seeing riku’s back amidst their venturings. they were almost always together; if only by the fact riku often went where sora couldn’t follow. this had been their curse for far too long.

ㅤㅤhe wanted to run by his side, but riku was faster. he wanted to be the first one in line when they went adventuring with kairi and selfie, but he was already afraid of the dark when he was a kid, and riku was taller and braver, and everyone would comment about it, so all he could do was watch from a distance as wooden sword trimmed through thick plants, making a path for them to follow. he wanted to think of strategies to get pats on his back and enthusiastic claims from their friends, but he wasn’t as smart as riku who always seemed to know what to do for their next big journey. so he’d simply abide, getting supplies or materials while riku wrote on big important papers for their next day. riku would often ‘forget’ their scores whenever they’d swordfight, too, even when sora remembered each result, but he didn’t blame riku. maybe he was just so used to winning that he saw no point in keeping track anymore. if he could, sora would forget about those as well.

ㅤㅤall his life, sora grew used to watching riku get further and further away. he often struggled to not get left behind… so truly, it had been stupid to think this time would’ve been any different. what, just because he was the second chosen by the keyblade and fought some monsters, he thought he had finally caught up to him? as if saving some worlds and connecting loose ends was enough? ordinary, dull, fool boy. xehanort was right. yen sid was right. it just hurt he couldn’t prove them—him—wrong. but perhaps what truly hurt the most was when riku shouted his name, grabbed his hand and pleaded with him to look into his eyes—he couldn’t hate him. those usually sharp teals were so gentle when gazing down at him. why? he wanted to cry. but heroes don’t cry, and riku never cried, so he shouldn’t; instead, he smiled. as fondly, as gently, as warm as he could, even if his cheeks trembled for one or two milliseconds before easing the breaking of his heart.

ㅤㅤ“of course i am! why wouldn’t i be?” he was lying through wide teeth, breaking the holding of his wrist to pat his best friend’s wide forearms. and then, a truth: “i just needed some… air. y’know, never thought nightmares could be… so suffocating…” he cleared his throat, “—thanks for coming to my rescue back there.” oh, how bittersweet his expression was, even when he tried to honey his words as best as he could to show his gratitude. from everything that happened, he hoped riku would never notice how terrified sora truly was. luckily, his gestures, a puffed prideful chest and a grin could blind his best friend from that.

ㅤㅤ“anyways! you should rest up, riku. you’ll have important missions as a keyblade master now; better look sharp, hm?”

#luzofstars #luzofstars / riku #❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤverse﹔ㅤㅤdreams of glory / ᴋʜ 🇩🇩🇩.#HEWWO BIANCA i got super excited so this got a bit lengthier hope it's okay !!#sora is lying As Best as He can :"))#he's not even jealous he's just so sad he can't catch up to riku

ㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ( heart squad + sora ) ㅤ ㅤㅤnotes about ventus, xion and roxas.

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#𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒 and #𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: this post will mesh canon content from kingdom hearts with my own takes and interpretations of events and characters. although these readings will be applied to my portrayal in descriptions or general musings, they will not be forced upon other muses or their possible relationship with my sora. this post is being made more to catalogue ideas and thus is susceptible to changes as the series progresses; it'll be updated accordingly.

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#❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤcharacter study﹔ㅤㅤjiminy cricket notes.#i had this list posted on my old blog but i had to bring this back here it's so important to me #i ADORE the heart squad possible dynamics with sora #so i thought these would be fun :)))

[ bats huge eyelashes at you ]. hewwo. i'm gonna suggest something so wild right now, are u ready....... haha........ but what if we plotted something so we can write together?

#❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤout of character﹔ㅤbiggest dead sora fan.#i just finished making this cute icon border for sowwa and ue ue ue i wanna write #if you're reading this and you're cool with me dropping by ur IMs to plot something give this a like :))#i also need to look for cool kh blogs to follow #let me bite you.

aliciavikander

you taught me the courage of stars before you left how light carries on endlessly, even after death with shortness of breath, you explained the infinite

- saturn, sleeping at last

#❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤaesthetics﹔ㅤㅤisland maresia.#gif /

ㅤㅤmother, mother, dearest mother, the monsters under the bed are real. can’t you hear them? oh, i really wish you could hear them. they crawl through the floor, leaving marks behind, they hurl through their broken throats, and they grab my feet and pull my hair. and they hurt. so much. they feel so cold. you always told me not to be scared of them, and for the longest while, i wasn’t. you told me they could do me no harm as long as i put a blinding smile on my face, for nightmares are afraid of happiness. i bid your advice ‘til the very end; i swear i was brave, i faced everything with pride and bravery, even when my hands were shaking and i could no longer feel the metallic hilt between my hands. they called me a fool, but i waved my sword and said there was no darkness i couldn’t taste. claws and teeth, just like you taught me.

ㅤㅤmother, dearest mother, but i’m tired, mother, my muscles grow weak and so does my breath, so this is where i lay.

#death /#❛ ♡ : 心を開く.ㅤㅤcharacter study﹔ㅤㅤjiminy cricket notes.#a small drabble so i can try setting up the mood on what i have in mind for sora + the people connected to him #i won't be writing in the 1st person a lot; i just thought this type of writing would be very fun to experiment with #but anyways howdy have some pain :)

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