i just made some bullshiiiiiit

isia, kim, mimi || 22 || PH || INFJ-T || i write for fun! im just a silly little writer

[deadghostgirl12345]

*writes a sentence or two after writing nothing for days*

[k-imimi]

elektra and juno.

[k-imimi]

i should update my gaster fic (i say as i lay in bed, unable to move because i fell down the fucking stairs)

[k-imimi]

SAEL - Chpt. 4

i like to think im funny

FUUUCCCKKKK i found a job and i love my job i love my job BUT !!! it means i cannot write fanfic >:((( or .... perhaps ....

[sand0115]

turn left cuh💔

[k-imimi]

i swear its always the reincarnations of da vinci and picasso posting beautiful art pieces and the caption is so unserious i love being alive in this time and age i love doomed yaoi

[puckishshsh]

Let's just call 'em pickaxe duo

This is NOT a ship (oh god, please no). One — and two — Techno is just a character here, not a real person. I don't want any beef or anything. I just love Techno and D3rlord3. Appreciate you understanding

[k-imimi]

sael - chapter 2

spoilers ahead! just me ranting hehe

this chapter is just pure lore and world-building, and i had to pull out 3 sociology books, a history book from my high school days, and 6 websites. i got lost in those articles for a long time until i had to snap myself out of it.

juno is definitely broken down by the fact that she is still someplace else that she is not familiar with. while on the outside she seems calm and composed, internally she is trying to hold it together because she does not want to worry thalia and minerva.

thalia has already done so much for her and she refuses to let the night where she broke down in front of them happen again, so she puts on a face. she is not being fake nor trying to repress; she is slowly taking this in stride, seeing as a survival tactic than a trauma response; if i am calm, maybe i will get more memories as i go. i am terrified, i can acknowledge that, but i will not be destroyed by my own emotions. i have to be rational about this.

and she does - for a time. but juno isn't perfect. she will never be. she will not be this indestructible wall that can and will contain her own emotions. she will break, she will scream, and she will claw her way through. she slips, falls, and will have her moments.

this character trait will also be taken note for in future chapters.

juno is immensely intelligent; in the recent chapter, she is now a governess to minerva and an unofficial teacher. she loves it, it givesw her purpose and it gives her fulfillment. in doing so, she is faced with all types of people (both students and parents alike)and thus knows how to discern intentions, lies, and motivations. some more accurate than others, but still a valuable skill. because when when when when when when when when wheen when when when when whewhen when when when when when when wheen when when when when when when when when when when when when when when when when

S̶̜̬͖͕͚̋̈̈͜͝v̵̟͉͇̜̝̯͍̦̖̗̞͙̀͆̒̊̀̍͋͌́͢͜y̶̢̞̩̯̰̱̥̤̟̥̏̒͑̋͗̈́̒̂̏̓̽͋̆̾̈͗͑ͦ͊ͨ͑͘͢͡l̵̢̢̡̻̞̮͈̜̱̪̘̟̬̂̆̑̀̆ͭͭ̄͊ͦ́́͗̋̎̕͘͢͜t̷̸̨̢̛̥͔̮̜̹̱̩̰̗͎̜̲̮̭̬ͭ̀́͂̾͌̒̉ͫ̆ͧ͠͝ p̶̙̝̗ͭͩͩ̄̈́̓̉͑́w̴̷̨̥̠̬̟̤͖̪̠͈̜̟͓̙͓̺̓̐̔̃̈́̏̑ͪͫ͐̂͆ͭ̂̅́͒͂ͩ̄ͣͣ͟͞͡z̶̵̶̶̡̹̦̱͉̺͈͓͍̐ͬ̑͌́̄ͪ̐ͪ̆̐̒ͧ̓̀̿͛̎̀́͌ͫ̚b̧̨̻̘͔̗̝̪̥̯̣̞̅̈̌ͭ̂̿̀ͯ́͑̔͂̒̈́ͣͦͬ̄̄͟͡͞t̡̛̟͈̺ͯͭ̔ͫ͢ k̴̨̝̠͇̺͔̙ͯ̍̅͋̈ͥ̇͂v̴̸̡̛̛̩̣͔̯͙̰͇̩̥͙͓̺͚̟̼͍̞̰ͬ͛̒̃͒͋̋ͣͫ̌ͤͦ̋ͮ̕͟͜͠͡ͅs̞̪̝͕ͩͦ̐̊ͬ͊̽͒̐́̽̕͠v̸̸̖͍͖̯͓̪̺̋ͬͥ͐͊ͬͬ̍͛̐y̛͚͍͔̝̋ͬ z͍̓ͨ͆̄͗̀̍̕p̴̸̡̧̡̡̡̡̱̞̭̩̩̹͔̹̖͈̻͙̉̈́̂ͣ̂ͬ͐̓̒̀̈́̇̈̋ͧͭ̕̕̕͞͡a̛͓͉͚̤̮͈̝͚̝̗̽͆̋̇̃̋̏͂́͗̓͗̅ͪͬͬͯ͊͘͜ ht̶̢̠̫̻̫̜̺̭̘̰̲͚̫̭͖͔ͭ̍ͯͦ̏ͪ̉ͥ̽̋̅ͮ́̋̀͐̀̋̊̅̌̃ͯ͘͜͝͝l̡͕̺͕̼͎͓̅ͮ͌ͬͫ͒͊̀̊̏̅́ͯͮ͘͘ą̴̡̢̟͎̦͓̻̻͍̻͔̯̻̇̑̓̍̾̀̏͂ͧ̿ͭ̾̀͒͝͝͠,̷̶̦̱̜̗̗͓͉̯̜͓͕ͦ̆̆̒̀͆̍ͫ̎ͧ̃̀ͣ̀͒ͫ̓̐̂̄̈͘̕͜͜͡͠͠ j͙̻ͫv̢̬̩̩̘̫̰̥̩̭̒̎̋̔̇͑̉͗͟͠͝u̽z̷̴̶̧̹̣͙̟̝͓̞̪̭͉͇̗̞̟͖̙̰̺̣̉̑ͮ͌̐̈́̈́̑̍̒̏ͭ̃̓̄̈͜͢͝ͅl̤j̡̧̬͈̬͕͓͎̯̫͕̽ͭ͑͑̎̾̊ͥ̉͞͝â̴̪͖̺͉̖̹̈́̂̏ͫ̀̿̃͊͟͞͠l̶̷̡͈͇̰̤͓͓͉̯͖̙͍͚̣̱̖̫̟̘̗̘̦͓̱̓̈́̿ͮͮ̇͊̎̓ͧͪͥͤ̾̒̚͢͞͝͠ͅâ̢̛͙͈̼̲̪̜̮͖̿ͦ͑̾͊ͧ̏ḇ̶̴̷̢̥̞̯̲͔̙͎̳̞̼ͨͩ̀͑̂̾̈́̀͑̓ͯ̒̈ͥ̚͜y̶̝͌ͧ̓͢͢͠ ḩ̷̢̨̧̠͖̰͓̖̯͇̄ͣk̢̦̘̹̹̣̫͖̍͋ͬ̍́̆ͫ̒͝p̸̧̘͇̙͉̘̪̭̙̖͖̐̋ͦ̀̃̀̿̍̄ͤ͋ͣͭͬ̋̏͠w̵̸̸̵̢̮͓̙̬̤͖̘̭̫͈͍̰̆ͧͭ̀͑̍͐̎̍̌ͭ̄p̵̸̨̡͉̮͈̞̦̗͈̣̩͇͙̫͈̘̂̉͗̈ͭ̀͆ͭ̿̇̾ͣ̂͗ͮ̚̕͢͢͜z̤̥̥̬̯̹̲̝̭̮̜͕̪͍̝̪̹ͬͦ̓̂ͣ͛̽̅̆ͭ̀̚̕͟͡͝ͅͅͅj̶̛̛͍̲̹̮͍͍́͊̀̈̍ͥ̔̀͐͘͟͝p_̵̷̸̨̧̧͍̝̫ͮ͂͌ͮ̈́ͅụ̴̶̶̡̨̜̮̜̼͙̱̭̻̣̞͕̼̯̈͋̿̿̂̎ͮ̀̉ͣͬͫ̏̍̓ͬ͆͘͢n̨͆͂͢ ľ̴̡̡̟͍̣͙̰͓͈̗͖̠̬̲̣̃ͮ͐̿ͣ̏̊̏́̾͂ͪ͛́̇̍̔̚͘͝͞͞s̡̧̡̝͚͕͍͍̣̋̇̉̿͋ͧͯ̇͛͘̕͢͞p̛̻̖͇̦̞̦̹͔̥ͨ̾ͫͤ̍͛͋̍̓͛ͭ͂́͛̓ͮͬ̚â̵̵̧̧̛͍͉͙̞̲͔͎͚̯̦͍̘̆͛̃ͯ̇ͧ͊̑ͩͯ̄̀͐̀ͩ́ͭ̒͗͝,̷̴̶̱̥̮̙͖̞ͩ̑͒ͣ̚͝ zͅĺ̵̴̷̸̡̛͓̪̠̗̥͉͉̈́̽̊̐̓ͤ̕͡k̶ k̵̨̜̮͎̫̦̣ͩͣ̐̈̀͢͡ṿ̶̢̛̛͉̫̦̹̯͓̹̼͎̗̯̬̱̰̏ͭ̔͆́͑̋̈́͛̈̈̊̓̅ͫ̚̚͟͝͠ͅ ļ̷͔̖̫̟̖̖̣̗̦͓͈̩͖̖̫͈͎̪͎ͧ͗ͯ̾̎ͮ̆ͯ̊͌̅̑͑̓͆̓͐͆͟͠p̣̲͉̠̠ͤ͋ͬ̊́̒͝͡͝b̨͉̱̦͈͕͉͙͖ͤ̀̂ͫ̔̈́ͣ́̄̓̈́ͩ̽̕͜z̵̶̴̡̢̧͓̞̲͈̤̙ͧ̑̓̌̿̀ͩͧ̃ͤ̈̏̎͘͢͡t̵̸̨̡̢̺̖̙͑͆̔͐̈́̀̏v̵̶͕̤̪̏ͮͤ̏̿͂ͥ̚k̵̔́̀ a͍͓͗ͯ͘ḻ̴̛̛͓̲̘̱̥̭̥̞ͨ̈ͥ̊́̓͗ͧ̄̋ͭ͘͝͝t͚͇̩̪̖̣̯̩̜̣̮ͦ̿ͣͪͪ̀̈͘w̛͇̱͚̮̹̒̄̽͒̑̍͋̈ͥ̌̔ͫ̕͟͞͡v̴̢͚͙͈͍͎̖̜͎̞͎̭̱̿̏͌ͫͮ̆́̎̐ͣͧͥ͂ͭͬ̈́͡ͅy̶̧͕̞̻̮͖͇̩̭̱̯͎̟̯͔̼ͧͮͩ͒̀͌̄̑̀ͨ̔̂͑̔͐̔ͮ̕ p̵̧̹̟̮̈ͦ̊̕͢͠ṷ͔̠̖͎ͫͥ̔̊ͩ̐̂ͧj̢͇̝̗̗̅p̴̸̨̜͉͙̖̳͙̪͚̝̠̯̱ͬ̀ͭ̎̑̋͗̀͐ͦͭ̽̽̕͞͡͝͝ͅk̷̷͍̤̜̲̟͓͚͕̻̼͙ͨͧ͑́ͭ̓̾̿̍̇̅̌̈ͩ̇͢͝p̶̴̸̨̢̧̱̠͓̭̘̟̤̭̺̩̝͉̯̝͖̖̯̱ͧ̒͒ͭ̿̐͋͆̇̃̉̊̓͡͡͞k̷͍̝͖͖̱͖̒̓̊͛̍̓̀ͭ͛̉͝b̷̸̡̛͉̼̳̭͇̠̂̓̀́̇̀̅̾ͫͪͦ̑͋̈͒́̒̅͝ͅṷ̶̬́̔͗ͮ͜ȃ̵̴̱̆̑̌ͣ͘ b̢̨̺̖̥͓̭̙͚̣͉̠̰̙̳̟ͥ̃ͧ̒ͨͥ͂́̃̚͢͠á̝̜̞̪͖̬͋ͯ͝ s_̢̢̲̗͓́͛͌̓ͧh͈̹̮̞̟͔̎̃͌͌͛͜͟͠i̛͍͈̣̦̻͓͓̣̲̯͚̠̎̂͂̃ͬ̒̊͂̑̿ͯ̋ͨ͑̏ͯ̃͘̚̚͢͟v͎͕̼̫̝̠͚̳͖̟̈́͆ͦ̍͊̉ͭ̀̈́ͯ̀ͩͣy̷͇͚̭͇̯͎̬̭̙̽ͧͧ̿̿͋ͥͦ̅̃̀l͙̘̜͙͗̏ l̸ͭͫa̵̢̢̢̛̛̰̹̬̠̲̼̟̹̦̬̲̠̱̪͙̫̐̒̾̉̇ͪ̀̆͋̊ͤ̐̆͑͘͢͜ k̶̷̷̛̤̻̟̟̣̥̱̘͕͉͇̹̥̱̞̫͚͗̓̏ͦ̓ͩ͋ͬ́͑ͧͧ̆̎́̀́ͥ̕͘̚͢͠v̢̠̻̼͚͙͔͓̝̥͍̣̙̺̎ͥ́̒̏̇̊ͭͤ̐̉͑̈̓̅̈͆̃s̷̜̬͎͎̼̦͗ͤͩ͌ͫͫͬͣ̽̒͒̒̈́̏̎̌͘̚͢͠v̺̙̗̭̠̦̇ͣ̽͢͠͡ỳ̰͈̬̠̻͉͇̂͊͒̄̔͑͋̀ͧ͒̔̆̄ͤ̀͑͆̄͒ͬ̚͢ľ̸̢̧̡͇͚̯̝̤̞͖͙̖̬͐̂̓ͨ̇͆̄́ͩͦͥ̏̉̕̚͢͜͝ th̸̹̫̱̩͚͒̊͒̉̿̌ͭ̉ͭ̀͊͐̚͜͠͡n̡͕͙̻̗̻͕̻͎̹̫̞͍̹̫͆̑͗̂̑͋ͬ̑ͣ͛ͫ͑̔̍̅̑͢͜͟͝͡ͅu͍̲̪͔̤̱̩̣͗̏̑̔̐ͭ̏͌̽͑̇̎ͣͪͤh̶̡̢̭̜̪̣̻̹̩͖̖̼͖̬̺͚̹ͯͤ̾͂̒̓̐ͮ́̆̐̾ͣ̒̆͆͆̀̌ͯ̚͜͟͢͟͞ h̵̶̢͙͔̻̫͓̗̺͛̋̍̀̆͑͊ͨ́͆̽͑̽̒̔ͪ͋̀̃͠s̸̸̶̢̧̤̩̘͕̪͙̺̝͕̯̟̩̩̳̟̣̏ͭ̉ͤ͒̓͐͊̉̈͢p̷͍̞͎͉͍̱͕̫̞̗͚̥̩̹̟ͩ̑͒͒́ͨ̃ͪ̈́͛̉ͮͬ̇̚͘͜͜͟͝͡͞͡x̶̊ͬ̍b̸̢̼̬̜̞͔̦̥̭̜̖̪̔̌͊̅͌̓ͧ̾̉̔ͪ̄̽ͫ́͡ḩ̷̛̙͉̙̬̗͑̀͆ͣ͠.̥ B̸̴̶̨̳̠̣̜̱̘̦̲͙͇̟̣̖͖͍̘̯͖̯̩̰̞̀̃͂ͨ̓́ͤͣ̓ͯ̏͒̾͗̿͟a̢͙̠̳͙̩̞͖͍͉ͫ̅͋͊̾͑ͫ͛ͮ͆̀̋̈ͅ l̵̶̴̗͚̥̱̳̙̠̠͖͕̓ͪͣ̀̋ͣͦ́ͬͯ́ͣ̚͠͡͡͡ų̸̢͚̟̙̲̜͉͎̤̖͚̥̩͙̼̪͒̀͋̏ͣ́͒̆̎͑ͭͥ͂̓̔̈͐ͦ̑̅̈́̇͢͜͢͡p̷̴̶̛͉̼͇̩̭̖̰̩̬̂̄ͬ̋͐̇̍̐̀̓͛́͑͆͆ͤͨ̎̈́ͅẗ̢͔͓͇́ͩ̽ͪ̕ h̵̵̛͇̩͍̯̣̗̞̟͖͎̘̺̺͚̃̆͆ͣͥ̀̇͑̓͌ͣ̌͑̆ͯ̊͗ͥ̽ͣͫ̀̄̚͟͟͜͢͝͡k̴̶̨̨̗͍̮̪̥͉̩̫͖͍͋ͤ̀̊͒̅ͦͬͣͥ̾̎̂ͣ̓̌̀͢͢ t̛͎͎̱̝̟͈̝̄̓ͯ̏͋̏ͭ̌̏p̲͖̦̮͈̤̝͚̣̥̏̑ͣ͆̍̒̂͊̅́ͫ͒͝͡u̡̘̱͚̱̼͕͓̻͓̎ͤ̒̍ͤ̃̅ͨͪ͊͗̐̚p̸̨̖͕̫̟̼̖̥̝̜̗͍̜͓͍͍͊ͮ̎ͧ͂͛ͫ̓̏͒̅ͬ̀͘͢͢t̶̸̡̳͕͕͔ͧ̎̓ͧ̽͜ c͍͚͈ͦ̔ͭ̈́͝ĺ̡̛͇̹̪̝͑̀̉ͬ̀ͣ͞ư̗̹̞̝̫̹̅̔̂̊̆ͤ̿̕p̵̯͔̆͡h͙̗͔͈̺̺̤̣͙̆ͥ̅̒͛͒ͦ̿ͮ́̏̏͂̂̚ţ̢͔̪͕̖̓̅,̶̡̟̹̥͇̫͕̟̼̦̻͍ͫͭ̐͋̆̏̉̄̓̉͑ͧ̆ͩͨ̌͊ͭ̚͟͜͢͡͞͠ͅͅ x̴̥̥̗̭̭̤͙̣̥̗̣͈̟͔͓ͥ͊̐̍͐͋ͩͭ̍ͬ̀̄̔̓̒̂̓͆̚͘͢͟͡a̶̶̸̢̡̨̗͉̼̮͎͈̩̦͓̠̖̱̹̘̾ͤ́͗̀̃͒ͪͥ̿͆̓̌ͫ͗ͧ̔̍͒̐ͫ̕͘̚͢ͅḇ̛̬̬̉́ͥ̎́͘͡y͖ͫͬ͗̕͠ŷ̡̡̟̣̰͎̱͈̱̣̜͉͉̱̖͉̫̜̟̪̱̘̳̪̲̫͂̐̍͑ͩ͋͛̓ͣ̔ͬ͐ͬ̐ͧ̏̒̚͜͡b̛̦͚̹̹̪̭̤͔͎͚͉̠̲̱̯͉̙͓̪̼̟̘̠̘ͩ͐̊̆̓̈́̔̉̄̽ͪͫ̌̏̔̿ͅt̷̡͖̥͚͍̙̓̇͋̔ͬ̏ͭ̍̚

she will survive.

[k-imimi]

fake idgafer i see you Yearning.

bonus content of @reivelmin's MC from @gutziix's fic dancing with the boy ,, he is so broad,,, someone punt him into the sun IM SICK OF HIM

big ass file btw

screenshots below !!

putting them in the toaster as we speak IM SICK OF THEM

[k-imimi]

i am going to write yearning men who doesn't know how to behave normally and appropriately in front of the woman he likes so he uses humor and teasing and the woman will not realize anything until That One 'Oh. Oh.' Moment and make it everyone else's problem

DETAILS:

inspired by @gutziix's fic and several Jane Austen novels and a bit of Bridgerton

the title is translated as to know [is] to love. to wait [is] to [be] hurt.

definitely lore heavy, and i will try my very best to pace it well; no beta reader, i rawdog this thing the way god intended

reader is up to anyone's interpretation, but aero and i refer to her as Juno and she is a dichotomous woman of many talents (and failures) ,, imagine her appearance as you may like, but to me she is long-haired and has large almond eyes (she stares at u while u sleep ...)

there is symbolism with her name, and it's as follows slight spoilers! BUT nothing too big ;

she wears anything, really, but she has an affinity for dresses with hidden slits on the side for easy movements

character inspo: elizabeth bennet (pride and prejudice); kate sharma-bridgerton, francesca bridgerton-stirling (bridgerton); ryland grace (project hail mary); hestia (greek goddess of the hearth and the home); hera/juno (greek/roman goddess of family, marriage, and women); penelope of ithaca, circe (the odyssey); d3rLord3/Derek Hutchins (SFAWTDE and DAWTDE), simon/the convict (iron lung); anne elliot (persuasion)

so yeah.

[k-imimi]

shoutout to @gutziix. with your new chapter, you've done it. you madman you have done it. /lh

IM THROWING BRICKS BACK JUST YOU WAIIIITTTTT

[reivelmin]

@k-imimi When the Fanfic so underrated all the fanartists MC can be drawn together 💔

@gutziix as I promised I drew K-imimi's MC, I couldn't resist drawing the two MCs together 🔥

[k-imimi]

BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTERS OMG OMG OMG LOOK LOOK LOOK YOU DRAW THEM SO WELL OMG OMG OMG

[reivelmin]

@k-imimi When the Fanfic so underrated all the fanartists MC can be drawn together 💔

@gutziix as I promised I drew K-imimi's MC, I couldn't resist drawing the two MCs together 🔥

[k-imimi]

man fuck it im doing the fic [looks at my other series] sorry guys you hafta wait a bit i need to get these worms out my head before it consumes me whole

[nikoisme]

there's always Something going on

[k-imimi]

everybody in the hail mary sad (same)

[k-imimi]

stuff happened irl and the arts i did for some other fics will come by, ive seen and read dozens more !!

i have had the idea to publish my own c!techno fic but im shy about it and it makes me emotional for some stupid reason

lets hope i man up and publish it !!

[k-imimi]

augtbi - chp. 20

the tint of his person slowly bleeds into purples; as if intertwining with something on the other spectrum, on the other life. notice the way his hands and his left leg drowns in royal purples the moment it overlaps with her. his life will drown of her.

notice the way his tail, an extension of himself and often an animal's extension of their mood and emotion, subtly wraps around her knees. notice the way his hands clench inward than outward, as a silent question; are you okay? are you fine? are you scared? i am here, okay? i am here.

notice the way his stance spreads, as if to say it is i who you are facing. it is i, your enemy; all your faults with me; stays with me.

there is nothing more terrifying that entering a world so familiar and unfamiliar. there is nothing more dehumanizing to be seen as a tool, as a weapon, as an asset. there is nothing more demoralizing that a person would be able to talk of you as nothing more than something to be used.

maybe it is a common ground between them. maybe it is a motivation for her to be drawn to him subconsciously. maybe it is reason enough to initiate the first touch between hybrid and human. maybe it is reason enough to follow him almost blindly.

what horror that he, the king of violence, emperor of the frost, and blood god, must have felt when he does not hear a peep nor cry when he turns around and she is gone? what horror must have ran its nails down his scarred back and his delapidated heart when he remembers a myth of grief and devotion and death and tragedy; what horror must have burrowed itself in his soul when she disappears as eurydice had when her orpheus turned around?

what horror that she, of purple-stained fingers, imperial princess, and Golden-Eyed Prophetess, must have felt when she blinks and she is back in the hell that housed her and raised her. what horror that she must have felt when she is once more forced to help, forced to tell, forced to prophesize. what horror must cassandra had felt coming back in the walls of troy as she faces dream that reminded her of everything that she is and isn't? a friend, a threat, an asset, a tool. anything but someone. anything but human.

technoblade knows mythology, knows how this ends. knows how the fates of those who knew prophesies and still tries to change it. oedipus, acrisius, sisyphus.

he looks at her and sees it once more. a hand within the loom, pulling at threads of the lives that does not concern her. she is neither of the fates and neither of this world. she plays a dangerous game and houses an even more dangerous power. nevermind the mace; she is exceedingly terrifying all on her own.

and he has always drifted closer to what is intensely perilous and uncertain. that is her, with her disarming eyes with a golden sheen that is a nod to her prophetic nature and purple-stained fingertips to her ownership of possibly the most menacing weapon he has ever laid eyes on.

but for someone so vividly painted as a trump card to victory, she remains soft.

in his deepest heart untouched by violence and smeared with hope, technoblade hopes she stays that way.

he can only hope she is waiting. he can only hope he is not too late.

an unofficial guide to being isekai'd by @gutziix // the red god and the golden seer (fanart) by me // edit by @ amajorsystem // Orpheus and Eurydice (19th century) by Catharine Adelaide Sparkes // Doubt Comes In Hadestown the Musical // Wait for Me (Reprise) from Hadestown the Musical // The Consequences of War by Peter Paul Rubens

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