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Lore accurate Wukong lmao

Wukong, what have you done this time!

I always wonder why did Tang, Pigsy and Sandy reincarnanted to begin with because, acording to jttw at the end of the journey the pilgrims were supposed to have ascended to deities, so why did these three come down to the mortal realm again?

Y'all why did Tripitaka reincarnated?? What did this devoted monk do to deserve be reincarnated into a Wukong fanboy? 😭

*Smosh announcer voice* Every Monkey King Cartoon/movie ever

Literally The Monkey King: Reborn and Monkey King : Hero is back

im gonna post more out soon i swear... but heres my darling as a certain celestial swine, ignore her being unhappy and forced to wear this hat, im giving her the phone now and she'll confirm she is very happy and definitely isnt being forced to be a perverted pig

xtrtawv

see, shes fine. i did not take her paw and force her to tap on the screen.

im thinking about posting a comic, a small one to settle into posting more

Yo…..

“Shy Confessions” Pt. 1

Reborn Sun Wukong x Gn Reader

Story by: @queenofroses22

Written by: Lotus_Constallation

When hearing about the great tales of Journey to the West, you’ll often hear the stories of the great and all-mighty Monkey King, also known as Sun Wukong. The great sage equal to heaven, the celestial monkey that was born from a stone and set off to cause mayhem amongst anyone that crossed his path without any concern or hesitation.

You would also hear about the laughingstock of heaven and, honestly, of hell as well. The tales of Zhu Bajie, also known as Pigsy, a man who used to be a heaven official but made the mistake of refusing to believe he’s lightweight when it comes to alcohol, leading to his banishment and being cursed to be a pig demon for all eternity.

It’s also no doubt that you would hear about Tang Sanzang, formally known as Tripitaka, the powerful yet peaceful monk who had set off to fulfill his destiny!

There is also Sha Wujing, also known as Sandy, there’s not much about him but everyone knows he’s a water demon who fought courageously.

And finally, Ao Lie, the white dragon horse, who was also disguised as a white horse for Tripitaka to ride on while they make the hellish adventure to get those scriptures.

All of the people I have listed so far are very obviously well known. Some more than others. All have backstories worth mentioning even if there isn’t much. However, what if I told you there was one other person who, too, followed the demons and the monk on their journey, but you won’t find them in any stories. Not even a brief mention of their name. And that’s because this person was no one special. I apologize profusely, but those are the words I’ve heard from time and time again when I would ask why this person isn’t written down in history like the rest.

Surely, if they were a part of The Journey and were brave enough to follow the rest down the path of chaos and destruction, with a high risk of death, and trusting your life with 3 demons, that in itself is special, no? Unfortunately, people don’t see it that way. If you do not have some sort of spectacular fact about yourself that would capture the eyes of a dozen citizens, then you are nothing but a worthless little pebble under someone’s shoe. It’s a harsh reality.

However, that is why I am here! I am here to tell the tales of {Full Name}, Whether people like it or not, Because I firmly believe that they too deserve to be written down in history, just like the rest! And who knows, maybe you’ll learn a thing or two, but enough chit-chat, Let us begin!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

This story starts with a small village that sits just at the bottom of a mountain. And on this mountain, lived a vicious demon.

The demon had been around for what felt like centuries, and often loved to cause havoc amongst the town’s people. The demon would poison the soil so nothing would grow, destroy stalls, steal from said stalls, smear mud and dirt on any clean laundry, and would run people over with a mysterious carriage. People of the village constantly prayed and prayed to any god to take care of this demon, but upstairs always remained silent. Eventually, after realizing that no one was going to save them, they decided to take matters into their own hands.

Chaos could be heard from a mile away as the townspeople shouted over each other.

“We must slay this demon!” Someone from the crowd shouted.

“With what?! Pitchforks and dainty knives? We’ve all seen what this demon is capable of, what we have won’t do shit!” Another one rebutted.

Throughout all this chaos, a rather average looking person stood off to the side, trying to share what they had to say, but their hushed voice was drowned out by all the other booming voices in the room. It’s quite funny, really. This person, {Name}, spent– heaven knows how many hours practicing what they were going to say, was also the first few to show up, only to be pushed into a corner. And no matter how much they tried to step through the crowd or raise their voice, all their attempts were futile. Eventually, {Name} let out a heavy sigh, before making their way through the crowd to leave through the front door.

Upon stepping outside, {Name} felt the spring breeze gently caress their skin, they inhaled deeply, letting the faint smell of blossoms ease their mind. It was a rather peaceful evening, despite all the ruckus going on in the house behind them. The air wasn’t too hot or too cold, flowers were starting to blossom from all around, the petals and their scent being carried by the wind, and the sun was just starting to set over the horizon, with the skies becoming a mixture of blue, orange, and a dash of red. Honesty, all of it was a sight to see, but sadly, everyone was too frightened to pay it any mind. Who could blame them though, really. With this demon who’s caused nothing but constant dilemmas and chaos for heaven knows how long, it’s no wonder everyone here would be in distress all the time.

{Name} sighed heavily once more before rubbing their temples, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. All the commotion, and the sudden sound of glass breaking was truly starting to get on their nerves. Unfortunately, however, it had always been like this, whenever the town’s people would try to talk about getting rid of this demon, it always ended up getting physical, and In the end, getting nowhere. Honestly, all of it was ridiculous and {Name} was starting to get irritated by it. I mean, that’s why they attempted to be a part of this meeting in the first place. They thought maybe, just maybe, they could take some initiative and try to have everyone think rationally for once, and not be so hostile and rowdy.

Though, I guess looking back on it now, it was stupid to think someone so bashful and run-of-the-mill as them, could make a difference. If they can’t even fake the confidence to take matters into their own hands. Then hell, what good are they? The thought alone made them feel…useless. {Name} tilts their head back, in a poor attempt to keep the tears from falling. However, the tears trickled down their face regardless. Embarrassed by their current state, {Name} took off towards the direction of a nearby forest. They didn’t know where they were going, they didn’t think of how close it was to nightfall. All they could think about was getting to a safe place to let out their woes without any judgment.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

The labored villager continued to run throughout the unfamiliar territory, making impetuous twists and turns for heaven knows how long, trying their best to jump over fallen logs and moss covered rocks, and unaware of their ankles getting little cuts from open thorns and sticks.

{Name} continued on until they found a spot behind a tree, sinking down to the floor as they finally let go of all their sorrows. They didn’t want to continue living like this; Living in constant distress, with nothing ever being solved because everyone was already so stressed out and exhausted from this blasted demon. I mean, what did the people in the village ever do to him? Why must he keep coming back to attack everyone — even children? Is there some sort of unknown history we were all unaware of? Does the demon know something we don’t?

Whatever the case may be, {Name} just wanted it all to end. They couldn’t take another second of living in that village; where the people do nothing but scream and yell at each other and don’t take a second to just think rationally. There needs to be a change before this demon eventually gets bored of terrorizing everyone and does something worse. {Name} wanted to be that change. But they were foolish enough to think that would ever happen. “Why?” {Name} spoke. Their voice low and raspy from crying so much. They looked up at the starry night sky, unable to realize just how long they’ve been crying for. “Why must this happen to us? What did we ever do?” {Name} honestly didn’t know who they were talking to, or if they were even talking to someone at all. Hell, it would be a blessing in itself if their voice was even loud enough to reach anyone. “We have done everything. Prayed, made offerings, dedicated ourselves to you,” {Name’s} voiced a little louder, their face contorted with anger. “So why do you choose to ignore our pleas? Are we simply not worth your time?” A gentle breeze passed by, but {Name} paid it no mind as they waited for a response, a voice. A comforting breeze will do no good, it will not just magically make up for the constant neglect from the Heaven’s. {Name} knows they shouldn’t dare think this way, they know such thoughts would poison their soul, but they felt like they deserve some sort of proper response from someone. Their childhood had been damaged because of this vile creature, they watched as their parents went from kind and caring folks to aggressive and hostile ones. They used to welcome {Name} with loving arms, often trying to encourage them to be more confident in themselves, to not be afraid to stand up for what was right. But slowly, over the years, they started getting more…aggressive and uncaring towards {Name}.

Out of respect, I will not mention the things they have done. Though, I will say that it unfortunately got to the point where {Name} had become very skilled in tending to wounds.

The lonesome village felt another tear prick at the corner of their eyes, their head dropped as the fresh set of tears left little stains on their clothes. Please, just send someone, anyone, to take care of this demon. I would do anything in return, I promise.

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The rapid crackling of leaves suddenly reverberated around the forest, {Name} nearly jumped out of their skin when they heard it. The lonesome villagers quickly wiped the remaining tears from their face before attempting to see the source of the noise.

From where they were, they managed to see a tall, humanoid figure running as fast as they could, the figure was wearing all black colored clothing so they could’ve easily blended in with the night. The only reason {Name} could see them was because of another figure dressed in all white colored clothing that was lazily thrown over the other one’s shoulder.

“WUKONG!! SAVE ME!!” The person in white yelled.

Without thinking, {Name} got up from their spot and started chasing after the strangers to the best of their ability. Their name wasn’t Wukong, but regardless the stranger was in trouble.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

The figure dressed in black was fast, {Name} will tell you that. The figure was jumping around while also making unexpected turns—which threw {Name} off a bit—all while the person in white continued to cry out to someone named Sun Wukong. Which, {Name} had no idea who that was, but they’re assuming Sun Wukong is this guy’s friend. Though, what’s a bit strange is that this guy, despite crying out for help, made little to no effort to fight against the person who was holding him captive.

After what felt like hours, {Name} managed to follow the figure to a cave that was located at the top of the mountain. {Name} heaved while trying to force themselves to walk further up the steep hill. Once at the top, they leaned up against the entrance of the cave, trying to catch their breath. “I wasn’t built for this shit,” they thought.

A moment or two had passed before {Name} looked further into the cave, borrowing the faint moonlight, {Name) couldn’t help but sigh in awe.

The cave was covered in foliage, with a few small waterfalls that flowed down from a few openings in the walls, and the moonlight only gave the place an ethereal glow.

(Artist: Unknown. Source: Pinterest).

{Name} was astonished, never in their life have they ever seen something as elegant as this. It all made {Name} ponder about their own life choices. From their younger years, there were always these rowdy kids who always dismissed the adults' concerns and went as far as they wanted into the woods. The kids offered for {Name} to join them one time, but they timidly refused. Now looking back on it, Perhaps it wouldn’t have hurt to accept their offer.

After what felt like an incense time, {Name} carefully moved towards the cave, the light from the moon slowly warning the further they went, relying on the tiny luminous blue flowers that scattered throughout the cave. As time passed, {Name} couldn’t help but grow more nervous. I mean, what were they going to do? How were they going to save this stranger from someone who could be armed and is undoubtedly stronger then {Name} was, when just prior they were sitting in the dark crying because they can’t even get their voice to go up an octave or two.

Honestly, the smartest thing to do would’ve been to go search for this “Wukong” guy but nOoOo, they just had to prove themselves.

Sighing heavily, {Name} continued on, trying to ease their mind by taking in the scenery. Whoever that black-clad man was, and as horrible as it sounds, {Name} was glad this was the place the man led them to. While they walked, they suddenly came to an opening with a bunch of stone staircases leading in all different directions, leading to multiple different rooms. {Name} was about to walk past it before a rather rejoiceful voice echoed throughout the room. “How lucky, How lucky I am today!!” {Name’s} blood ran cold, they recognized that voice. It was the demon. {Name} had followed the demon back to where he lived!

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Shit.

End of part 1!

I really hope you and Queen enjoyed it. I can’t guarantee when the next part will be out, but keep an eye out 👁️

Love you all!!

Secrets Told in the Slow-Cart Kingdom

consider this an apology for not finishing Goretober, some things came up that made it hard to work. Happy Halloween!

Word Count: 2k

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“Have the statues been taken care of?” Sun Wukong whispered, a sly grin slowly inching its way onto his face. One of his feet impatiently taps on the stone beneath him while his tail swings side to side, ‘they are going to enjoy this!’ he thought.

“Yes, down the deepest river I could find!” Zhu Bajie replied with a huff “I don’t see why you had to wake us up in the middle of the night simply to get rid of some stupid Daoist statues!” his voice raises before quickly being shushed by Wukong

Quietly agreeing, Sha Wujing nodded.  “It is a bit odd for you to call something like this…’ fun’...” covering a yawn with his hand as he awaits the monkey's response. An annoyed sigh leaves Wukong and he motions his companions to follow him inside the Daoist temple, the smell of cooked food, fruits, wines, and tea filling the air as the trio make their way to the main hall. Bajie’s ears wiggled and his stomach rumbled at the intoxicating aromas, Wujing gave a soft smile at realising what this was really for.

Entering the main hall, the monkey stops. All around him are intricately carved pillars, paintings on the walls that depicted three godlike entities, incense burners, all the things Wukong should look at with familiarity, but he kept his eye forward. He only spared them a single glance 

 “I hope you remember what those statues looked like because we are going to need to look like them for us to stay safe” Wukong swung around, looking at his friends with a smile and a gleam in his eyes that read of pure joy with a hint of mischief  “Go on, we can’t let anyone know we were here.” and with that, they turned into nigh identical copies of the original statues…well, most of them were identical.

“Stupid monkey! Telling us we need to remember when you clearly have the worst memory out of all of us!” Bajie started “If it wasn't for master’s kindness, we’d have-”

“Enough, Brother Pigsy. We must stay quiet, remember?” Wujing said sternly. “Brother Monkey, I believed that your statue had a longer beard, as well as a shorter nose and pudgier physique”. Despite his mild frustration at Bajie’s remark, Wukong shifted his form to fit the description given.

“Better?” He grumbles out.

“Better.”  Wujing and Bajie said in unison.

“Good” Wukong replies “Now, Pig, you must sit on the left and Sandy sits in the middle. I will sit on the right” instructed to take their places, they do as they are told.

Pigsy’s attention immediately returns to the food and drinks in front of him, marinated bear, warm buffalo milk, red bean buns, an assortment of steamed vegetables and fruits as well as fresh ones, jellyfish spiced with Sichuan pepper, cardamom, and ginger, sweet wines and peach tea…his mouth was a waterfall. He spent much time analyzing the food in front of him, so much so he didn’t even notice his friends were already eating, but when he did he dug in without hesitation.

“Absolutely divine!” Bajie whisper-yelled, his face stuffed to the brim “What would we do without you, Monkey Bro!”

“Die.” Wukong said bluntly, eating a random fruit he grabbed. 

“WHA- we would be just fine without you, SIMIAN!!”

“Quiet, Swine! One would think that with those big ears of yours, you could listen when we tell you to. Be. Quiet.” Wukong shot a glare at Bajie, his gaze seemed to go past the Pig, despite looking straight at him.

Sandy chuckled, spilling a small amount of tea on his lap. Back-and-forth bickering between Wukong and Pigsy was something he’d gotten used to on this journey, and came to enjoy it well enough. Though slightly upset by the tea spill, he simply poured more into his cup and began to drink once more. He wasn’t the type of person to be hungry after waking up, so this would suffice for now.

So the trio continued to eat without a word, Pigsy gorging himself on all he could grab, Sandy satisfied with his drink, and Monkey slowly grabbing fruits now and then. Bajie broke the silence with bewilderment

“This beef is just heavenly! It's sweet and tender, seasoned perfectly with most of the juice retained! It almost of tasted like-”

“Human meat?” Monkey interrupted, looking for what to eat next.

“Why- yes in fact-” Pigsy stuttered

“Have you eaten humans, Brother Monkey?” Sandy asked, his tone serious, eyebrows furrowed.

“Of course I have! But that's nothing- hey, can you pass me that….uh ....” Wukong squinted his eyes, “...that…. weird smelling…peach-thing?”

‘Do you mean the mandarin? But about the human thing-”.

“Yes! The mandarin! Hand it over will ya?” cutting Sandy off and not really willing to get into his past, Monkey beckons his hand for one of the citruses. Wujing hands the fruit over, he’ll let this pass for now, but it will be followed up eventually. They continued in silence once more, it was clear that something was in the air, but still, as silent as ever… until Bajie filled the silence once more.

“Monkey, Why didn’t you just say ‘mandarin’ in the first place? Have you honestly never seen a mandarin in your whole life? I find that hard to believe”.

Wukong paused for a second…he could lie about this, or simply ignore the pig…

“Well? What is it?” Pigsy insisted.

“...I couldn’t see it” the open and honest truth.

Sandy chimed in “couldn’t see it? Brother Wukong, you are a very observant man…how could you just…not see it? The bowl is only a couple of feet away!” He turned his head to face the monkey, attempting to stay as quiet as possible. “You just…couldn’t see it?”

“Yes. I couldn’t see it… it just looked…blurry- or foggy-… I don’t quite know” sighing as he peeled his fruit, avoiding eye contact. “Everything is like that, blurry. A mess of colour swatches that make up only vague shapes” Wukong lowered his voice more, as if ashamed

Both Pigsy and Sandy paused at what they were hearing… Did Sun Wukong, The Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, just admit he has bad eyesight? It seemed like something that would never affect him, and yet here it is. All of a sudden, things start to make sense, the statue, his aversion to reading, he simply couldn’t see properly. But that doesn’t explain other things…

“Wait, if you can't see…then how can you tell demons from humans?” Pigsy asked curiously.

“Simple, it's magic. My Golden Eyes of Truth allow me to see something's true form. It's the only way I really can see clearly…especially master, he’s just a ray of gold and cicadas…it genuinely burns my eyes” Wukong chuckles a bit at the end, couple his blindness with light sensitivity? A match made in hell.

“When did your eyesight start to degrade?” Wujing leaned in closer, wanting to know more.

“Wow, rude.” Wukong started “First, it did not degrade naturally. Second, and I'm surprised you both forgot, when I got arrested by heaven they took away my amour and threw me in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, all that smoke and heat had an impact on me. At first, I thought it simply was…fog that blurred my vision, but when I burst out I was too angry to notice how little I couldn’t see. A literal blind rage, if you will” 

Of course, how could they forget? How could anyone forget? It was the biggest event to occur in heaven in a very long time. The pure bloodlust and unbridled rage that came from the monkey was a truly traumatizing sight. His scleras stained red as if drenched in blood, the iris yellow like pure gold, pupils narrowed and catlike. The stone monkey was on fire and smoke burst from his mouth…anyone who saw his rampage was left with a myriad of psychological scars. Heaven was left as rubble and ashes held together by the blood of countless immortals and warriors. Each corner and crevasse was like a painted masterpiece, left soiled by the thick red ink.

“...Can you draw us?” Sandy asked, ripping everyone’s minds away from those dreadful memories and placing their attention on him.

“I- What?” The monkey sputtered “I just told you I can’t see proper-”

“Yes, Brother Monkey, I know. But I'm curious as to how you see us right now, without your gold vision. How do you think we currently appear as mortals? As we are on our journey right now” Sandy paused “Paint us”

“Be sure to make me as handsome as possible” Pigsy chimed in.

‘I suppose it could be interesting’ thought Wukong “there really is no time like the present” he closed his eyes and plucked 3 hairs from his neck, turning them into a brush, ink and a piece of paper, he began to work. Trying to see properly, Monkey got as close as he could without smudging anything. Stroke after stroke he worked the brush like a weapon, his two companions silently watching, taking in how much he was trying. Wukong will admit, he’s no artist, he’s a fighter and a crafty one at that. He takes joy in listening to poetry, maybe getting someone to write his own poems and songs down but he simply cannot do it on his own. Despite that, he’ll try, simply because he can.

Just as Wukong’s art is finished, the trio hears footsteps coming into the hall and they all scurry into their popper positions. They see three figures, there is no doubt that it's the Three Daoist Immortals. Needless to say that now is when they get to have some mischievous fun.

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Having left the Slow-Cart Kingdom, the pilgrims continue to journey westward. Memories of their primate companion disembowelling and decapitating himself were still fresh in the minds of each of them, the only difference being that Wukong himself was the only one to view it positively.

Tripitaka decides to send Bajie off to find some food for the group, such ordeals with demons can still leave a person quite hungry. Even with the disgusting events that had occurred, nature dictates that people, especially humans, need to eat. Wukong simply doesn’t trust the pig to do his job properly, so he opts to leave and spy on him. Wujing, Tripitaka, and Ao Lie are left alone with each other

“Master, would you like to see something?” Sandy gave a curious look to the young monk, a warm smile on his face.

“Hm? I suppose that depends on what it is, Wujing” Tripitaka said cautiously, not wanting to be subjected to the sight of more gore.

“Do not worry Master, Brother Monkey made it”  taking a piece of folded paper out from one of the bags he was holding “You are aware of Brother Monkey’s impaired eyes, yes?”

“Of course, Bajie informed me earlier…” Tripitaka trailed off as his disciple handed him the folded paper. Opening it he finds four simple paintings of…what seemed to be their group. The first seemed to be of Ao Lie, a simple dragon-like squiggle, next to it was some very childish and messy handwriting simply spelling out the dragon-horses name. The second was of Bajie, Wukong quite obviously didn’t put much effort into his one, so there is less detail, excluding the stink lines emanating off of the pigman with crudely written insults popped off to the side. The third is Wujing, more respect is placed in this painting, and his features are more defined with cleaner lines and a modest face…there is also a silly painting of him where he simply has a fish for a head. Finally, there was Tripitaka himself, still crude yet genuine passion was put into his depiction. Painted as a heavenly figure who has come to help Wukong become who he was meant to be. There is no doubt that the loyalty Wukong feels for his master is genuine.

Tripitaka sighs, a small smile creeps on his face “Wukong is a kind soul, despite his destructive methods, he is a good person. Don’t tell him I said this, but I believe when he reaches Nirvana, he will truly become what he was always meant to be…..” his voice trails off again

“Victorious”

I stole the family computer ;P

the brotherhood….. more like the BOTHERhood………sigh…… i miss you azure….

my monkey sona and.... no i didnt already post this!?!!!?!! just kidding yas i did..... heres more monkeys 😊❤️

i accidentally posted privately and i think it messed up the post.... sorry guys!!! i hope everyone has a good day today

⚠️ warning for cartoony gore after this drawing!! 🫀

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how about those new monkie kid season 5 lego sets. the new monkie kid sets. have you seen the new monkie kid sets? the new monkie kid sets? seaosn 5 monkie kid sets? have you seen the new season 5 mon

Its the awesomeburger eclipse today 💯🔥SUN AND MOON MENTIONED 🗣🗣🗣

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i love my abstract monkey man

Doodle of @legobowl 's human designs ( *u* )

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my jttw sun wukong doodles

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Doodles i forgot to post

She monkie on my kid till i lego! 😸 She season 5 on my january till i eureka! 😸

sorry 🙁 homestuck mentioned

Whatever whatever whatever

erm guys... happy anniversary to this show called monkie kid? idk im not really into it that much 😂😂 lol anyways hope you guys enjoy 🤣🤣 I was crazy once. they put me in a room. a rubber room . a roo

i never got over season 1 or season 2 or season 3 or season 4 or seas

sketch below C:

DO YOU HAVE A BEST FRIEND TOO :3

only you can define who you are, mk.

LMK S4 SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

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despite everything, it's still you

This is the greatest show in the entire universe i cant put into words how much this show means to me so i keep saying it through wordless comics HAHAH

in the last page i wasn't trying to imply monkey king is mk's father (cocreator confirmed he is not) i was mostly trying to show that there is a great disconnect between mk and sun wukong :(

I drew the last three images while sick because mnkei kid is the ciooelest shwo ever go watchg please

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