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chimaeray · 2 years

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Dannymay day one: Different Style

OKAY okay this is one of those things that I started working on and I kept increasing it’s scope because I got excited about it, but I think it turned out well! It was gonna be a one to one of the card but obviously that didn’t happen haha.

Some symbolism stuff under the cut 👀

It started out with the pillars in the background, their carvings follow a similar basic pattern but are inverse of one another. One of course follows more of the ghost zone designs with a full skull, and strange polygonal shapes with a few softer ones thrown in. The second is more organic to be like life, flowing and softer, but a few polygonal shapes to mirror back to the other side.

The original Heirophant card I was referencing, from the Rider-Waite deck, shows the priest in a three-tiered crown. Danny got three “tiers” of crowns as well!

Of course there’s Danny pointing to the heavens and to earth, classic “As above so below” imagery. This is an exaggeration of something already present in the original card, of course, but it’s fun when Danny is a balance of life and death

Sam has her back turned to the viewer, slightly looking up. She’s more closed off to other people, but she’s receptive to change and often instigates it. She’s usually the one seeing the consequences of actions before the boys, looking forward to see what could happen next. The flower she’s holding was originally inspired by Dahlias--which can symbolize new beginnings, diversity from the mundane, enduring kindness, and devotion to good. While all these qualities sound good for Danny and Team Phantom in general, I also chose this one because of the association with Black Dahlias, making it still reference death as well.

Tucker is facing the viewer, looking down at his PDA-phone hybrid. He’s more receptive to others, and actually has a few references to friends outside of the trio! He also seems to be more anchored in the world, often distracted by his tech. He sees a lot of what affects the now, and worries more about that instead of what the future might bring.

And Danny himself is fully facing the viewer, seeing the scope of things often and trying to encapsulate both sides of it all. He’s relaxed, maybe bored, in his posture, but still upholds “as above, so below” with firm gestures. He might not be fully comfortable here, but he’s devoted to it regardless. This ties more into the Heirophant’s actual meanings, generally divinity and goodness but specifically alliance, servitude, mercy, inspiration. Reversed it can be society, concord, overly kind or even sacrificial, and weakness.

but these all tie back into the constant message of duality and balance that is shown in The Heirophant’s card and how Danny really is in the middle of it all.

#danny phantom #dannymay2022 #dannymay #king danny #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #myart #obviously my symbolism chatter only really includes a total outsiders perspective from a little googling #I could absolutely missed some marks and that's fine #a lot of it is about the visual symbolism rather than the actual. spiritual kind #which is kinda funny for a card that's literally all about spirituality I guess #but its my art and I get to choose the symbols #I had some other things I wanted to talk about but I've forgotten them now unfortunately #anyway I;m a little late because the scope kept increasing and all #but I am doing fics for the next few days so hopefully those'll get turned out and posted here soon #I already know I'm not gonna do all the days but I will certainly do my best #also I think its important for everyone to know:#this image is named the Heirophantom

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tiny-stack-of-knights · 1 year

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They’re posing for a painting or something… idk they’re just bein pretty (:

As always credit to @detonatethegemapples for her lovely Crowned Magolor!

#meta knight #Magolor #gijinka #crowned and knighted #my art #what if I told you this was originally supposed to be a shitpost 💀#deadass I actually really like how this turned out #the king and his knight! :)#rotating them in my brain #back at it again with the crowned and knighted heheheheh #I am so excited for rtdl dx when it comes out I’m going insane

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cave-monkey · 2 months

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Monkey King 2009 Episode 3

Them having Stone Monkey (apparently purely on instinct) constantly scratching while being introduced to the troop was pretty cool, since that's a legitimate deescalation behavior in monkeys. Something about how revealing stress acts as a bonding behavior and makes it less likely they'll be attacked. Humans do it too, kind of, when they rub at their hands or shoulders or neck (etc. etc.) when nervous or overwhelmed. ("Empathize with me! I am very stressed!").

Also something-something instinctive behaviors aside Stone Monkey being excited/overwhelmed/maybe a little overstimulated and choosing "ESCALATION!!!" as his response to all of that. He thinks the troop being scared of him is hilarious. He's scratching the fur off his arms but he's also going to get right up in your face anyway. Cautiously join him in admiring his cool new rock? He is going to play-lunge and also scream. Absolutely amazing. The troop has no idea what to do with these mixed signals. This kid is a menace and I love him.

Six Ears even gets in on the scratching behavior occasionally in the background, which might be because Stone Monkey actively terrorizing literally everyone trying to be playful (because he has the social skills of a literal, actual rock) is stressing Six Ears right out or it could be an attempt to deescalate on Stone Monkey's behalf. Monkey version of following in his new friend's wake throwing apologetic grimace-smiles at everyone. Possibly it's both. Point is: They included these behaviors and it's very fun.

You can also tell it worked because in just the journey to the cave you watch the four generals' views on Stone Monkey go from "uncanny valley horror entity lurking in the forest probably to kill us all" to "what a rude little kid >:| Emphasis on RUDE."

And, okay, I admit, I have softened my stance on the four generals. Somewhat. They seem to actually be taking their jobs seriously now. Maybe Episode 1 was a wake-up call and they won't utterly fail to notice an incursion until it's in the heart of their territory again. I don't want to go too crazy, but maybe they'll even be able to even muster a coherent response! Good for them.

Should probably still not be managing children, though.

Speaking of, Six Ears's increasing despair watching the train wreck in motion that was the four generals fumbling hard in giving Stone Monkey his very first etiquette lesson after he finally settled down and seemed willing to hear them out is also very relatable and hilarious. He knows they failed the test. Stone Monkey is definitely never going to listen to them again. They blew it. RIP Flower Fruit Mountain.

Stone Monkey does check in with Six Ears when he decides the generals are useless about explaining though, and that's pretty cute. He trusts his friend :) He also definitely internalizes that thing about having to ask to leave the presence of the king, so at least they managed to teach him some manners. ONE manners. A single manner. (Spoiler: They immediately regret this.)

But hey! This time Six Ears is left entirely to his own devices and still manages to get caught smack in the middle of enemy action. Not the Generals' fault for once! Six Ears just attracts this kind of thing, I guess.

3/3 Six Ears is Damsel-ed, but only 2/3 it's the adults' fault. The tally develops.

#also not gonna lie I first thought stone monkey might have hella fleas. he still might to be honest. someone check up on that.#mhw09 personal #squinting at old monkey king pretending to be asleep this episode #my guy you were definitely ACTUALLY out of it in episode 1 don't you be acting like you weren't #you passed out in the middle of an invasion and almost got your kid killed #the fact you managed to make it to your seat BEFORE you passed out so you could pretend you were just too cool for the LITERAL INVASION #doesn't mean a dang thing. you're not fooling me.#also. stop that. you are giving the troop SEVERELY mixed signals #I am easing up a liiiittle more on the generals since it seems the old monkey king is actively hiding and obfuscating the severity of his #condition from the very people who are presumably meant to help him shoulder the burden of leading the troop #no wonder they don't take him fretting about his age seriously: he's turning it into a joke himself #considering episode 1 and then here and also how much more energetic he seemed in episode 2 #I'm headcanoning (if this isn't just straight up canon) that old monkey king has good days and bad days #but you can't tell which he's having because he uses his good days to turn all his bad day low energy behaviors #into games. it's all DELIBERATE guys. he's keeping you on your TOES. he isn't LITERALLY DYING-#hiding his weakness makes perfect sense on the *whole* in keeping his troop from panic and insecurity. maybe.#but it's not smart that he's even letting his generals believe it #they're still not off the hook for throwing a kid out to face the horror movie monster they were convinced was living in the woods though!#and it's no excuse for being THAT negligent in their duties and then their straight-up professional incompetence in episode 1 #they let themselves get rusty and put everyone in danger and that's on them #but not being as much of a help to their king as they should be maybe isn't so much their fault #if they're being lied to about how much the old monkey king can actually handle. BY the old monkey king.#I GUESS #dang this troop is a total mess. I love it.

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fakestage · 1 year

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I think (as much as I annoyingly complain and whine about not having a partner) being single this long has been good for me. I'm learning a lot about myself and I'm learning why I was a shit person, and through finding the root of the problem I can kind of... start to heal. I can be nicer to myself so I can grow and get better. Because TBH.. being mean and cruel to yourself doesn't make you become a better person. It just makes you believe that thats what you /are,/ and thats what you /always will be,/ as opposed to realizing that you are a product of your circumstances but that does not mean you can't get better and become a better person. Accepting help and trying to get better so you can eventually love yourself – even if no one else does – is the greatest and loveliest thing you can do for yourself. You deserve that love, you exist and you live and you feel and that is a truly beautiful gift.

#uhm well anyway I hope everyone finds people and a place where they feel safe and loved #I'm feeling really emotional sorryy #basically. tldr; found the problem! trying to get better now through loving myself instead of hating myself #its been really hard. its going to be really hard. I feel like ive barely made any progress #I wish I had a therapist to talk about this stuff with. but I dont.#btw the uh root problem: finding out my mother was actually hugely abusive & I already knew my dad was #so basically ive been having to confront the fact that Ive been living a lie and my mother is actually deeply terrible as much as my dad #and my parents should have never had children & ive never had one single decent adult in my life #so basically uhm yea lol. I was born into dysfunction. I was never going to turn oit normal or okay.#so its been hard to like. figure all that out alone. learning I have ptsd and extreme ocd + dissociation because of them hasnt been easy #its made me so deeply miserable because I guess I assumed what my mom was doing to us was normal this whole time?#because I thought no. surely not. surely i cant have TWO terrible parents. I need at least 1 good one right?#but yea no actually every adult has hurt me in some way. and I was never going to turn out alright because #I am the king of obsessing and cycling over everything in my life #Im like. not okay right now but not being im in danger just because I wish I had someone to talk to about all this.#I just need to learn to drive so I can get out of here. I need to get out like #all these realizations have been really really heavy on me and ive been having trouble sleeping #Its been hard to process and I dont really know where to go from here. I guess I cant properly heal and grow until I move out?#idk this has been really long im so sorry.#vent #tw vent #tws ->#abuse ment #parents ment #<- in tags

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safyresky · 1 year

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Dessert!

(25 Days of Christmas Prompts)

Took a hot minute to think of an idea, but then I did, and now I can't stop cackling about it lmao. May I offer you all some fucking uh, Twin Princes in these trying times? >:).

And sorry for the delay! Got hit with probably strep and have been sprite sleeping all week, I shit you all not 😶

Enjoy!

Dessert

"What in the BLAZES do you THINK you are DOING."

"Apparently a sootier job at sneaking around the ballroom than I thought."

Blaise frowned, crossing his arms and glaring at his twin. He had done his mingling, he had said hi to Mother Nature and the Seasons and the other fancy Legends and Myths and Folktales and Magibeans that were visiting! He had done all the stupid prince soot and thought he had managed to blend into the crowd well enough. He was so close when he felt the magical pull in the air, was TRIPPED by it, and then dragged under the refreshment table really rudely, actually, he thought directly at his twin.

"HEY. It's not as rude as you sneaking around and causing trouble."

"I'm not causing trouble," Blaise insisted, still flat on the floor.

Pyros frowned. He was half sitting, half squatting under the table, his staff laying across his knees, the red gem suspended between the tips of the crescent moon still glowing. "Yes you are."

"No I'm not! You have literally zero proof, Pyros. ZERO."

"You're always causing trouble, and then you get me into trouble!" Pyros hissed. "Stupid. We're the Twin Princes. Whatever you do, I also get blamed for! We're supposed to be refined and charming and soot. Act like it!"

"Act like it," Blaise mocked, blowing a raspberry.

"Seriously?!" Pyros asked. "What is wrong with you."

"Me? What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you?! You know, you used to be fun."

"Who says I'm not?"

"Me. You. Mom. Literally everyone. You're so serious these days."

Pyros sighed, sitting down with a huff. His staff dissipated. "You know, we're fifteen hundred and twenty-seven, oh brother of mine. Pretty sure that's old enough to smarten up and start getting serious. We're going to blink and Mom and Dad will have to pick one of us to be King next. It's coming up fast, you know."

Blaise wiggled his toes. Then his feet. Magic bindings gone, he sat up, bonking his head on the table.

"Ouch."

"Watch your head."

"Gee, thanks."

"Anytime."

Blaise rubbed his head, the lack of flames once more reminding him how tired he was of all the princely shenanigans. He sighed.

"Aren't you tired of it?" Blaise asked.

"Tired of what?"

"Everything. Tired of the lessons on lessons and the you must hone your warlock craft to be the most powerful rulers you can be and the etiquette and behave like princes and the EVERYTHING?!"

"The Warlock heritage is fascinating. I don't know why you don't like it."

"I am not a thinker, I am a doer."

"I've noticed," Pyros said dryly. "You know, a good King both thinks and does. You should really look into the thinking part."

"All we do is think!" Blaise exclaimed, pulling himself up against the table leg. "Do you know how much thinking I do on the daily to keep up the Prince stuff? SO much thinking. I'm tired of it. I just want to shut my brain off for a bit and do something I like."

"Like what?" Pyros asked, unsure why he was even entertaining his Twin. He slid over, joining his brother against the other table leg, just as hunched over as him. They were getting much too tall for this.

"I want to be able to have my hair lit when we're at these stupid things! I want to be able to use my staff the way I want to, not how Mother deems it appropriate. I want to talk to all of the magibeans in the kingdom, like we're just magibeans! I am tired of all the princely soot, Pyros. Aren't you?"

Pyros frowned, hugging his knees to his chest. "I'll tell you what I am tired of."

"My face? My attitude? My pants untucked from my boots?"

"No. I'm tired of this ball," he admitted, gesturing out beyond the white tablecloth hiding the two princes. "But you should tuck your pants back in, it looks bad."

"You're the one who tripped me," Blaise said, shoving the pants back into his boots and straightening his tunic. "So this is your fault."

"No it's not! It's yours for sneaking around the ballroom like that! What even were you doing?!"

Blaise flushed.

"Oh."

"She was the last person I had to talk to. I save the best for last," Blaise admitted, running his hand through his messy orange hair. "We got to talking about dessert."

"Do you mean like, dessert dessert or like, you know..." Pyros puckered his lips, making horrible smooching sounds.

"Stop it!" Blaise hissed, whacking Pyros's stomach. His twin let out a whoosh, the kissy face smacked right off of him, much to Blaise's delight.

"What, do you not kiss and tell?"

Blaise flushed even more.

"Goddess of the springs, you don't even kiss!"

"Pyros, I will frost you up. Don't test me." Blaise sighed. "Besides. She's one of the SEASONS! I can't just waltz up to her and smooch her. But I want to. Really bad."

"Disgusting."

"Hey. You asked."

"You know, if you were King, you could totally just walk up to her and pucker up."

"That would be an abuse of power if there ever was one. Besides, I think if I even tried to make a move she'd freeze me solid."

"Oh, that'd be nice."

"You are my meanest sibling."

"I am your only sibling."

"And thank the GODS for that."

"Well now you're being rude."

The Twin Princes sat in silence for a bit, listening to the idle chatter around them.

"So. Dessert?"

"Yeah. We were talking about how good it all looked and Winter—"

"—her snowiness."

"Right. Well. She mentioned how good the cupcakes looked. And she's right! They look delicious."

"Right? The icing is sparkling in the light!"

"I know! And they smell tantalizing."

"That's a big word for you, brother," Pyros teased.

"I know some words," Blaise teased back with a sideways smirk.

Pyros chuckled. "You decided, then, 'frost proper protocols, I am going to go over there and steal a cupcake for the lovely snowy season, and I am going to ogle her the entire way so that Pyros notices and stops me before I ruin the banquet for the both of us and get us into trouble, once again'?"

"That is a sooty Blaise impersonation."

"I thought it was rather good, personally."

"No. It sucked."

"You suck."

"YOU suck!" Blaise replied fiercely, his hair briefly lighting up. He sighed, composing himself, the tiny flames going out, his hair smoking. "But yeah, no, that was my plan. Except for that last bit. And I was not ogling her!"

"Yes you were."

Blaise huffed, turning his face away from his brother. "I was not. Eat soot and die, Pyros."

"I hope my pile of ashes trips you," Pyros replied in kind.

"I have decided that if I become King, I am going to change up banquets SO bad," Blaise said, slicing a hand through the air. "None of this 'no eating until specific times' soot, or 'desserts are for decoration' crap. I am going to make it like. Like cocktail hour. Wine AND dine, and if you want to eat a cupcake, you can just EAT IT. No need to wait for the next meal or the masters of the house to go first!"

"That sounds chaotic."

"It sounds ideal. And we would be eating cupcakes right now instead of waiting for the dessert bell, assuming we're even going to get to eat those delectable looking sweets today." Blaise sighed. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"What would you do?"

"If we weren't royalty?"

"Yeah! If you didn't have the royalty thing to think about, and could just Pyros it up, what would you want to do? What would you do?"

Pyros thought for a moment. "I'd become the greatest Warlock there ever was. I'd learn it ALL. And I'd do it my way. And I'd also light up my hair in the banquet hall, too, I think. I mean, I'm not fond of it but my ponytail would look good on fire. But just that."

"It would look good," Blaise agreed.

"And I'd probably allow free reign of the desserts, too. I'm starving." Pyros frowned thoughtfully in the direction of the desserts. "Tell you what, Blaise."

"What."

"I'll cover for you if and ONLY if you get me a cupcake, too."

Blaise brightened, quite literally. "Really?"

"Really. But it has to be one of the fruity ones. No chocolate or vanilla and if I even see a marble cupcake come my way. I'll loose it. I mean it. I'll blow this banquet hall to smithereens. I'm already this close," he said, pinching his thumb and finger together with barely any space between them.

"You got yourself a deal," Blaise said with a grin, sticking out his hand.

"Good," Pyros said, leaving Blaise hanging as he whipped around. "Now then. Let's go, shall we? We're too old to be crawling under tables," he said, crawling towards the ballroom side.

"Says the guy who pulled ME under the table," Blaise scoffed, following Pyros's lead.

The twins poked their heads out from under the table. Everyone seemed occupied; The Queen was deep in conversation with Mother Nature. The Seasons were close by her, talking amongst themselves. The other Important Magibeans were occupied as well, the King making his rounds with each group. Presently he was with the Queen of the Fairies, the pair laughing up a storm.

"Looks like we're clear," Blaise said, poking back under the table cloth, Pyros following. The pair poked out from the other side of the table, rushing behind one of the exuberant stone pillars and plastering themselves against it.

"So, what's the plan, genius?"

"Illusions," Pyros replied, clapping his hands together and pulling them apart, his staff reappearing.

"Hang on, don't start casting yet. Let me clean us up," Blaise said, twirling his hand and summoning his own staff. He gently tapped the floor, the small blue gem at the centre of the carved flames glowing.

With a WHOOSH, both princes outfits were tidied up. Wrinkles disappeared, dust flying away in the magic gust. Pants were tucked into boots; boots were suddenly looking extra shiny. Tippets were straightened, tunics smoothed out, even their hair was tidied up!

"Nice one," Pyros said.

"I clean up well," Blaise replied with a grin. "Now you can cast! But I'm helping. I'm not having illusion Blaise act the way you did with that bad bad BAD impersonation."

"Like you could do better," Pyros said, standing straight, putting his staff on the ground and eyeing the doors.

"Of course I could, I am me," Blaise replied, mirroring Pyros's stance and ignoring his eyeroll. "And, I can do a much better Pyros impersonation than you can Blaise."

"Oh really?"

"You are being very immature right now, you know. Of course I can. It's not hard," Blaise said with a sniff.

"...okay, that was pretty good."

"I know," Blaise said with a grin. "Ready for dessert?"

"Of course I am," Pyros replied, and with two stony SMACKS, both staffs lit up, and a pair of Twin Princes—looking as regal as can be—came in through the main doors.

"Alright, let's go," Blaise said, shoving his staff behind him, tucked into his belt.

"That's poor staff practise," Pyros said, holding on tightly to his as he sprinted after his brother.

They plastered themselves to the next pillar, the desserts one more pillar away. "You're poor staff practise."

"That doesn't even make sense."

Off to the next one they went, the desserts right in sight.

"Okay, if I sprint, I don't think anyone will see me. I can duck under the table and just—"

"Blaise. Just turn invisible," Pyros said, looking at Blaise like he was the dumbest person alive (which probably he was, Pyros often thought).

"Oh! Oh, I forgot all about that."

"HOW?!" Pyros asked, exasperated. "You literally do it all the time!"

"I don't know! I was so distracted by how I was going to do it that I very briefly lived in a world where we could not do that. Also, you pulled me under a table!"

"That has nothing to do with anything!"

"But I'm still mad about it," Blaise said with a frown, disappearing. "What flavour do you want?"

"Strawberry," Pyros decided. "And make it fast. Mother's looking right at the illusions. Suspiciously."

"Got it," Blaise said, heading towards the dessert table. Invisibly.

Pyros kept his staff tight in his hands, using as much concentration as possible to keep up the illusion twins. He glanced over at the dessert table. A few cupcakes were floating in the air.

"Stupid," Pyros mumbled to himself, tapping the side of his staff. The cupcakes disappeared from view. He glanced back over at the illusion twins. Queen Frost was making her way towards them, all business.

"Frostbite," Pyros hissed. He glanced around, thinking towards Blaise. Mother is heading towards our illusions, move it or loose it Blaise!

I'm moving it! Reconvene where Mom just was?

Sure, Pyros replied mentally, rushing over to the other side of the ball room. Queen Frost had made her way towards the illusions.

They stared at her.

She stared back.

Blaise!

I'm here, I'm here, he replied, becoming visible again. "Just let me do the talking," Blaise said, pulling his staff out from his belt.

"Oh no."

The Blaise illusion grinned, saying something.

Queen Frost's lips met in a tight line. With a wave, she dissipated the illusions. The crowd around them gasped, looking around.

"Boys," Queen Frost said, unamused. "What are you up to?"

Blaise pipped up now, his staff in his hand, just like Pyros's. "Ta-da!" he said loudly, everyone turning to look at the Twin Princes. "Just practising our casting, Mother."

"What a remarkable display of magic! How very well done," Winter said, nudging her sisters.

"Yeah! That was amazing! You can make copies of yourselves? Dang! Nice!" Summer said.

"And handy," Autumn chipped in.

"Bravo!" Spring said, clapping.

Soon enough, the entire hall was clapping, Blaise taking a bow, nudging his twin to do the same.

"Thank you, thank you," Blaise said with a cheeky grin. "We're here all night!"

The crowd disengaged, turning back to their private conversations. Blaise breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was far too close," Pyros said. "Pay up."

Blaise waved his staff. A pink cupcake floated out from behind his back. "As promised, and not marble. So please don't blow us up. And if you do, wait until I finish, please. Now, if you'll excuse me," he said, dissipating his staff in favour of the two remaining cupcakes, and rushing off towards Winter, pulling her aside.

"Gross," Pyros said out loud, peeling the wrapper and taking a bite. He glanced up; the other three seasons were grinning at him, Summer right in front, Autumn and Spring on either side.

"SO," Summer said. "Where's our reward for covering for you two, your royal majesty?"

Pyros sighed. I am going to kill that brother of mine, he thought, as he summoned his staff for round two of operation: dessert.

#i bet afterwards blaise actually grabbed cupcakes for the others. and pyros was like THE FUCK MAN #anyway. this was fun! sorry for the delay! blame the SICKNESS.#smile shots #dani answers #dani writes #the twin princes #crystal springs #they have been consuming my thoughts this week. i am so invested in the deterioration of their relationship #thanks to Bad Mom shenanigans #and Bad Dad too given that King Frost is like 'eh let them have their freedom'#and did NOT impose a limit. now look. one's evil and the other is Too Much #more ORIGINAL work for this one #but I think it turned out quite funny! and i hope you enjoy it :3

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