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neon--nightmare · 2 years

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How can a parasite devoid of all true emotions, only capable of emitting false personas taken from culture, consider themselves any gender identity?

Just because he has been called a he, and they have been called they, it doesn't define any gender. Sure, he can mean male, but they is used to define when you're unaware of someone's gender, so you use it to be respectful; it does not denote gender.

It is actually kind of disrespectful to people who are transgender, given that a "funky colourful skeleton" suddenly meaning transgender is rather offensive.

b. bro. I’M trans. i’m literally transgender, nonbinary transmasc, and have identified as such since i was ten or eleven? i’ve been diagnosed w gender dysphoria, i’ve been on T, and i plan to get top surgery in the future! I’m trans. (ofc those things aren’t necessary to be trans, but this is for my credibility on your end)

i say fresh is trans because he’s a very personal character to me, so i project that on him, and it makes me happy. i wasn’t born yesterday, man, i know the issue w the entire ‘nonhuman = nonbinary’ thing, bc, again, i’ve IDed as nb for almost ten years, and i would have when i was even younger if i knew the label existed! i wasn’t the one that created fresh or made the decision for him to be explicitly NB/agender, but it’s very personal to me as someone with the same label, so i’m reclaiming it. putting the rest under a readmore bc its long, and this ^ was the most important part imo

to me, it’s like someone who very closely identifies with mewtwo talking abt mewtwo being nonbinary. is mewtwo completely nonhuman and divorced from the human concept of gender? yes! but actual nonbinary people can see themselves in him, even with the negative connotations (that, again, has been a big issue in media for decades,) and reclaim it for themselves. it’s different than someone who isn’t trans or nb calling an alien or robot character nb, because we have the genuine lived experience, and if it makes us happy to do so, especially with such few nb characters in non-niche media that ARE actually human/aren’t some boy/girl fusion, i, personally, don’t see much of a problem with it.

i don’t joke about fresh being nonbinary because he’s a ‘funky colorful skeleton,’ i do it because 1. he’s a character that’s been explicitly identified as agender, 2. i’m agender and 3. he’s a character that’s very, very very personal to me, and it makes me happy to project my experience on him. obviously, he’s not trans, he’s a body-hopping parasite. but it’s something that brings me comfort and makes me happy, man, and that’s why i talk abt it, not bc hes the pinnacle of agender or aroace representation. (which, im also aroace! triple a, etc.)

it’s like how i personally project a lot of my autistic experiences on him, because even though he was never designed as autistic and it would be very harmful if he WAS, i see a lot of myself and my own experiences of completely missing social cues, not being able to truly understand or guess why others react the way they do to things so you come up w 1000 scenarios in your mind to ‘prepare’ before every conversation, and how once hes able to feel it leads to immense constant anxiety, the way letting urself actually feel is so so overwhelming and even tho it’s not healthy its easier to just bottle! was it intended to be that deep? no, but i still reclaim it, bc im just some guy on the internet who likes fresh way too much.

(I’m assuming you came here from my dumb fresh iceberg post, he is actually capable of more than anger and fear after loveball, he can feel joy, love, sadness, but he crushes all of it down because 1. allowing himself to feel those things will get him killed and replaced! by someone better. 2. he has extremely negative connotations with letting himself feel after a series of extremely traumatic events, (somethin else that’s also very very personal to me, and why loveball has been so important to me for years, but that’s another story i’m not goin to go into, esp not here!) especially since it would just lead to a future of horrible breakdowns and 3. his lifestyle and sense of purpose relies on not feeling. on convincing himself he’s still a hollow shell. in his mind, it’s his purpose, it’s the reason he was created. and if he ‘falls’ to the level of all the people he mocks and manipulates for feeling, than what is he?) fresh presents himself as an empty shell, even to himself, but after loveball, he isn’t. but he needs to be, so he lies to himself and tells himself that he’s fine. fresh doesn’t believe he deserves any kind of kindness or redemption. he can’t understand any of it directed at him. hes not just an empty shell or reflection of his surroundings, but he WANTS to be. bc its easier man! it’s less painful! but he cant go back to what he was!

ironically, to me, hes a very human character, while also being so fundamentally alien, he makes sense to me. ofc im not sadistic and i dont purposefully torture people for a living, but! hopefully this makes any sense. i didn’t pull any of this out of nowhere, and i can grab receipts off the top of my head if u need them bc i have so much pointless fresh lore memorized down to the wording (like how i remembered the wording for one of the asks was agendered instead of agender, it’s that bad. i have the Burden of knowledge)

#this was definitely an ask to wake up to!#the phrase ‘disrespectful to people who are transgender’ set me off and i got carried away #because i’m openly trans! i have he/they pronouns in my desc and ive talked abt bein agender before but im assuming anon had just found my #blog n assumed the worst. which is why im choosin to believe this had good intentions behind it #i got really carried away but hopefully i articulated myself ok ive been very tired lately #idk hopefully any of it makes sense but its smth very personal to me #this post was brought to u by . Fresh himself but as just a guy now #but w the same amount of issues (JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE /J /J)#first ask ive replied to in idk how long dude Sighs #discourse #ig #asks #anonymous

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fiddlesolations · 7 days

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(TRANSFERRED, CREATED ON APRIL 9TH 2024)

NOTICE & CONTENTS LIST

vv ACQUAINTANCES/PEOPLE I KNOW vv

(IN REGARDS TO APRIL 2ND — EHRP

SERVER AND ANYONE INVOLVED)

i’ve decided to make my choice and “leave” the D-EH server. i was careless. and i would’ve done better about my emotions, but there was almost nothing stopping me. i’m better than that, but i was getting to points that i’ve never experienced— i felt almost inclined to push myself to be bigger and better because of how the server progressed so fast, the will to be involved in this big range of people, and it was just too late to try to talk civil. things are left strained, and i sincerely apologize for the harm that was left with my appearance. i wish i could’ve talked but i believe it’s too late.

if i step foot back in there, it’s not the same person. and i’ll be leaving them alone. just everyone with the april 2nd. this may mean ignoring and just placing myself far away. i have no heart to speak, if i say something, i worry for how i’ll act.

i know one gets highly overwhelmed and uncomfortable when situations aren’t talked through prior to an activity, thus another reason i left. my name would feel tarnished and overall, a negative connotation when i get mentioned. probably. i don’t want that either. i hope you’re at ease, genuinely. not in the bad context way. if it does you good, i’ll be at ease as well. — as of late by certain actions, i completely understand. please, do distant if i give you anything off putting. block, no contact, whatever goes. i’d like to give you as much space as possible. there’s no need to associate anything to me, and i’ll do the same for you, because my work comes from me.

i’m taking my works elsewhere, elsewhere is here. i’d prefer if this place doesn’t get used for communications if you are willing to reach out to me. this account is purely me and my solo operations; it’s always been my intentions. my paths in reaching out didn’t go well, and working in duos, triples, quads, etc. always scared me on how i should’ve approached it. this account is very one way from here, unfortunately. if i want to communicate, i will do so on the other platform. i ask that you do the same. don’t discuss with me on here other than to notify. thank you. :)

and please don’t… share my works. don’t inform others. this is only specific to the april 2nd people. and also i’m sorry this apology had to be so public and somewhere else. i really just couldn’t go back, and i believe contact will be rough. i still feel almost uncomfortable despite how i shouldn’t be, it was a notice. and nothing more. — the only reason why i haven’t full on left is because i wish to support other people in there i consider friends. it’s just no longer my safe and comfort space.

for those of casual mutuals: welcome!

i’m sorry about the whole pressing apology in the first notice, but this is a small comfort place! it’s for my works, meaning fanart may not be as common.

i’m making a main focus to try and take it easy whilst also having an archive for improvements.

i don’t want this account to really spread like wildfire, it’s a very kept secret i’d say. refer to this place as another social! example: “fiddles posted this on another social” instead of tumblr. thank you! <3

p.s, that does mean i’ll allow my works to be shared by certain individuals. i do find comfort and trust in them to be able to actually share my works.

PROPER INTRODUCTION BELOW

BULLETIN BOARD

❥ Tales of Fiddlesolations !

Good day to the world! My username name’s Fiddles on this account, and I shall stick to fiddles here or, however many variants you’d like to call me!

— I’m an aroace! I go by any pronouns. No preferences. And I’ve never really questioned my gender, I just feel I exist. Agender yes I am!

— — — —

This account will be mainly consistent with artworks, and if I so feel, a little rambles of writing here and there. Basically kind of any works of my OCs (Original character & Original Content). I consider myself to be a very intuitive person, thus I’m more than happy to caption my thought process on many things in regards to my art. Not anything else.

I like to test the waters! I branch out towards many ideas within my times. But they don’t typically stick around, these projects are purely just for fun and tests! Like a change in art style at chance. There’s no certainty, I gradually grow.

As of now, I’ll be centered around my OCs and whatnot. I’m very free to questions! Can be related, unrelated, whatever your human brain desires. But just to say, I’m not one for the big crowds. This is a free space! Open to all people alike. Of course, boundaries may stand. But I trust a majority to figure how I operate.

Thanks for checking this account out! <3

CONTENT LIST

— CURRENT SONA: Fiddles

OTHER SONA: Lucien (On indefinite hiatus)

LABELS: 🤍 Anything unrelated, yet related

❤️ Snippet

💚 Rambles about them

💙 Writing

💜 Art

💗 Analysis

ocs

⚙ reevaluations (no masterlist yet)

🏙 [Unnamed City People] (no masterlist yet)

〔 FANDOM OCs 〕

💼 masterlist

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blasphamoustraitors · 5 years

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So im on an upswing and whatever and i still feeling triple a

#leo living #like. i think its truly just been that im better and suppressing shit when i have more energy so thats what ive been doing for years!#anyway still he him his still like masc words in reference to me thats not different #im just embracing not being binary which like obvs ive already been gnc the whole time like really for real nothings changing #i just feel more whole and free going actually im Not binary #im still non gender left man #also i know triple a mean aroace agender but if i have to put a label on my gender other than man i like voidgender better #just its close enough to agender and i like the term triple a its compact and ive liked it for like at least a couple years now lmao #anyway ive been a chicken shit abt being aroace since i was a teen weve gone over this recently already #anyway anyway i was watching a ytber today and he said something like if u stop being on t some things are permanent #and other things go back likely everything that i want would be solved by going on a regular dose of t and then stopping i got my changes #which i never fucking thought of before bc ive always been like well i do a low dose my whole life #but i really really likely wouldnt have to #i mean i might not ever have to stop it depends what t actually does change for me but having the epiphany that i can stop was uh good #anyway also with feeling better ive been straight up able to cry abt hyperfixations and SpIns again which i love doing #i should hang out w ppl while im feeling good hum!#i rlly need to sleeb oops

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cripple-cryptid · 4 years

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Getting To Know Me (Again)

It’s been a long time since I’ve really made a serious post that was well thought out and also like, a full update. It’s been a long time since I’ve even really just made a literal “Life Update” as well. So I guess this is a good time. I think it’s important because this blog has changed quite a bit in the past few years, and I think that I need to just make some things clear. This is probably going to get long, and heavy, but I think this is important, and I’m hoping that maybe I can help people in the future after I get this taken care of. Fair Warning: I am literally the worst at organizing this sort of thing, but I would really appreciate it if you read it the whole way through because it would mean a whole lot to me.

Hello. My name is Sava. I’m 22 years old. I’m a transmasculine Agender individual, and my preferred pronouns are They/He. Truthfully, I don’t mind other pronouns as long as they are not She/Her. I am a trans person, and I experience dysphoria. I’m planning on getting top surgery and HRT at some point in my life. I don’t know when, but I hope that it will be soon. I’m also Asexual, and Aromantic. I’m sex repulsed, and romantically indifferent. I am polyaffectionate (thanks to @aromanticpolyamory for the flag on this one, and coining the term as far as I’m aware?) and I have two partners. I love them both very much, with all my heart, even when I am an AroAce. So in summary, I’m a polyaffectionate Triple A (thank you @aro-ace-agender-space for the beautiful Triple A Pride Flag once again I literally love it to death)

I am also disabled. Mentally, and physically. I went most of my life undiagnosed, however I have been tested repeatedly for various things since I was a small child. I was always disregarded, and never got a proper diagnosis for my mental illnesses until I was 17. My physical ailments were ignored and went unnoticed until I was an adult, and I still am working towards a true understanding of what is going on. I am an amalgamation of many things, both mentally and physically, and it is a very long and frustrating process. Everything from my Depression, PTSD, and various other mental illnesses mix with my hEDS, Fibromyalgia, Chronic Migraines, and Insomnia. New symptoms are cropping up, as well as potential new problems. There are many things that make sense to me now that I look back on how I grew up. My old injuries make sense. My weird allergies make sense. Some of the things that I seemed to have inherited from my parents now make sense. But now that I’m older, I’m starting to learn. I have tools, braces, and mobility aids that make life easier. I finally decided that meds are a smart idea, so doing the responsible thing is starting to pay off. I hope.

I’m...not the same person I was when I first joined this site 10 years ago. I was innocent, misguided, selfish, manipulative, lazy, and bigoted. I did nothing to change my views, and didn’t really allow anyone to educate me on things that I did not realize were actually important. I was ableist, somehow sexist and misogynistic, and downright stupid. Despite all this, I thought I was right in all the wrong ways, and never tried to properly justify any of my points. And this is where everything changes.

I am going to put a warning here now. These are my beliefs, and If I receive any hate in my messages or in my askbox because of what I am about to say, I’m not even going to answer them. I am entitled to my opinion, and you are to yours. If I am threatened, I will report the threats. And that is that.

You are allowed to self Dx. I’m not going to say that it’s better than a professional diagnosis 100% of the time, but some people are not capable of getting a professional Dx at that point in their lives. Sometimes, it’s the start of the journey towards finding answers, and that is why I support it. You do not need dysphoria to be trans. Now mind you, I am referring to the umbrella term here. I feel that sometimes, you don’t agree with the identity that you were assigned with at birth, and that it can cause a serious disconnect. This can apply to many different identities, whether that is genderfluidity, gender neutrality, or another identity, it is not for me to say. I am not in charge of your body, you mind, and how your autonomy works. I know that people will argue with me on this, but I think the most important thing is that we all need to support each other in the community, regardless of what labels we use. It’s a journey of self discovery, and sometimes, labels change. It’s okay. I love you no matter what. Aspec People belong in the LGBT+ community. I’m not going to expand on this because I don’t have to. There is plenty of history that you can look up for yourself on the internet, and I don’t have to justify myself. Your spiritual beliefs (or lack thereof) are yours to practice, and I’m not going to shame you for them. I have my own beliefs, and I’m not going to shove them down your throat. I’m not going to tell you that you’re going to hell. I’m not going to try to “convert” you. I’m going to respect you to the best of my ability, and if I need clarification on anything, I will try my best to make sure that I do not overstep any boundaries. I will not shame you for your body, no matter how you look or how it works. It is not my place to tell you how to look, how to dress, or how to take care of yourself. I love you and I hope that you can love yourself, too. Abled people do not have a say in how to treat disabled bodies. You do not know our pain and you have not gone through the same journies that we have. This goes the same for neurotypical people and speaking for neurodivergent people. We know ourselves better than you ever could. POC voices are the only voices that matter on topics that relate to their struggles. White voices hold no weight because we know nothing about what we are saying. BLACK LIVES MATTER. FOREVER.

There are many topics that I have not addressed here, but I cannot think of many more at this current moment. I’m considering making some sort of masterpost, or fixing up my FAQ later on to better address all these things later on. But I have more that I need to and want to say in this post, and I need to move on.

It’s been a long time, and things change. I have changed. This blog has changed many times. I will probably be revamping the appearance of the blog soon as well. so I decided that this long post is a good time to say the things that I need to say.

I want to help people. I might be a bit of a grump, and sometimes, I’m a bit of a wild card when it comes to things that I’ve posted in the past (read as: I’ve posted some really dark shit because I’ve been in some really dark places in the past). I don’t know everything, but I still want to be here to help others. I want to be here for people that are struggling with pain, and need some help. I want to be here for people that are hurting and don’t know how to start the process of healing. I want to be here for people that maybe don’t have the capability to get the help that they need, because they will never have the chance. I want to be the friend that I never had when I was younger. If I can do that, I’ll be happy. This might just be wishful thinking, but I really do want to be a bigger voice in the disabled community, in the mental health community, and in the LGBT+ community. I want to be part of something bigger.

So once again I will say: I’m Sava. I’m 22. I’m a triple A. I’m polyaffectionate. I’m disabled. And I want to help others and make a difference.

#spoonie #disabled #chronic illness #chronic pain #neurodivergent #self care #l!fe #me #long post #LGBT+#aroace #asexual #aromantic #agender #polyaffectionate #trans #cane user #wheelchair user

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crackmadhi · 5 years

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Day 30 - Accepted

Saturday, 5 May 2012 – Age 13 Aura opened the apartment door and threw her keys on the drawer next to the door. On it was a mess out of various clothing pieces neither of the siblings had put away. She grumbled to herself already feeling that it would be on her to take on that task.

Lazily she slandered into the kitchen where Simon leaned onto the counter watching her as she entered. His hands were hidden in the black hoody, he was wearing and his long bangs hid part of his eyes and the weariness in them.

Worried Aura frowned and got closer to him watching him taking a deep a breath and a small shiver going through his body.

“What is it? Did you knock up a girl or what?” she half-heartedly joked but swallowed any more comments instantly, as she saw him flinch strongly.

“I have something to tell you.”

He swallowed nervously with his voice even and smooth. Aura nodded and crossed her arms in front of her chest. This was unlike him.

“You told me to think outside the norms and let myself live outside of these buckets and… I- I looked stuff up because you know so much of it and I wanted to know more and… I read about something and I felt like it described me quite well, but I wasn’t sure if this was just a moment thing so I waited, because it could change quickly, because I’m a teenager and hormones and stuff but- But it’s been almost three months. And it doesn’t change. And so, I guess it might stay like this for a while, so…”

He stopped and looked to his sister like a fearful deer.

“It’s fine. I’m not gonna shout. I won’t be mad”, she said and stepped towards him uncrossing her arms.

He bit his lips, fear glistering in his eyes yet he opened his mouth and finished: “I think I’m asexual and aromantic.”

Confused Aura looked at him. He started hyperventilating and she softly laid her hand on his chest, slowly breathing in and out with him. Slowly he recovered and she tilted her head and let out a laugh.

“And I thought you were going to tell me something dramatic and world-changing.”

Simon’s well broke down and he started to sob: “You’re not disappointed?”

“What for?” she asked him and took him in her arms.

“For- for not being able to fall in love?” he stammered looked up to her. “For maybe never bringing home someone? For just… being like this?”

“Oh lord”, she said and cupped his wet cheeks, “what would I care about the people you bring home or do not bring home? You never question the women I bring along, so why do you think I would do that with you? I don’t care if you’re are ace or aro, or both. I don’t care if it’s forever or a phase. It’s you and you’re just fine as long as you’re happy with yourself! And if you say you are aromantic and asexual and you felt like this for several months already, then that is awesome! You’re awesome!”

And beyond the tears there finally came his smile back.

Trembling he put his arms around her and cried in her chest. He was relieved. She didn’t hate him. She didn’t police him. She just…

“Hey do you think you might be agender as well? Then you’d be a triple A!” Aura teased and he snorted in her chest.

Tears, now from laughing, in his eyes he looked up and said with a smirk: “You’re horrible.”

Saturday, 30 June 2046 – Age 47 Simon put the salad on the table and walked back into the kitchen to see if Nahyuta needed help. As he entered, they walked towards him with the soup in their hands and nodded towards the bread on the counter. Simon understood and went to grab the bread before he followed his partner.

Once in the living room Penda immediately called for her brother.

“Tuma! Lunch! Now!”

Simon glanced over to Nahyuta and they exchanged an amused grin. The boy promptly came in and stretched his arms. He might have lain in bed until now, reading a manga or two and maybe also flick through some psychology books. Maybe a little strange for a soon twelve-year-old, but then again not so strange considering the people he lived with.

“What are we having?” he asked with a wide smile directed to Nahyuta and hopped on his chair.

They didn’t even bother answering, as Tumaini did it himself and commented on the soup with contentment. Enthusiastically he held out his plate and asked Nahyuta to give him some soup. The followed order and went on with Simon’s plate next.

“Thank you”, he said low-key and watched them giving themselves a ladle.

“I can take it myself, thank you!” Penda said and motioned for the ladle.

Nahyuta handed it to her and she served herself and then they all could finally dive in. Simon was eating the slowest, waiting for the soup to cool down a bit and watching his two children happily. Penda was rushing a bit more than usually. She wanted to go to meet up in the library with her learn group in an hour and she hated it to be late.

“It’s the 30th of June”, Tuma mentioned at once and eyed up to both grown-ups.

Nahyuta eyed Simon and then turned to their son: “Yes, that is correct. Are you reminding us of your birthday on the 3rd? We didn’t forget that, don’t worry.”

Tuma shook his head and glanced up at Penda with an eye roll, which she answered with a shrug.

“I know you won’t forget my birthday! You never did! I mean because it’s the end of Pride month. I just remembered and we haven’t done a lot besides visiting the parade. Are you sad because of that? – He looked to Simon – You always seem to enjoy it so much and I feel like we didn’t celebrate it that much this year…”

Simon grinned. The second year Tumaini and Penda had been around, the little boy had cross knotted him and Nahyuta bracelets in their respective flags’ colours for pride month. It had come absolutely unexpected for them and Simon wore them everyday until one tore apart and Tumaini made him a new one.

That was four years ago and every year after that he had thought of something small to do for them during this time. And quite honestly? That gesture from a little boy, who had grown up around two homophobic and transphobic parents, meant a lot to Simon. It was even nicer since Penda had started to properly help him with it two years ago, when she had bought the food dye and made cookies in the colours in the non-binary and aromantic colours.

In these moments, Simon felt warm. He felt at peace and at home. There had been a lot of hardship in his life. Naturally, not everything was tied to his identity and it didn’t have to be quite frankly.

It usually just made things harder to not quite fit in a sex- and amanormative society as an aroace dude.

And yet, by now…

He was fine with it. He was fine because he didn’t have to fight everyday to get acceptance and kindness for himself. He was fine because he had support and could give support to the lovely person next to him, who used they/them pronouns for almost 16 years now. He was fine because he had his people around him and a family he had never expected to have.

He was fine not celebrating Pride excessively this year because he didn’t need celebrating his identity. No, he could live his identity every day of the year and that was a privilege he knew to cherish more than anything else.

It was why he still loved pride month a lot. It was for the people, who needed to celebrate their identity at least during this time, because they couldn’t live their identities. Because they were rejected by their families, laughed and stared at and couldn’t be vocal about themselves. Or didn’t want to be open about it, which was fine too.

Pride month was for the people who he used to be like. And of course also still for him but he didn’t need this focus anymore and in a way he had his own Pride at home every single day when he came home and was accepted by his qpp, daughter and son.

“I’m happy as it is. But if you want, we could make a pan cake for uncle Klav. He might be moved to tears like last year, yeah?”

Heeeey! This is the end! I didn't manage to reach my goal and post a chapter everyday, but I'll add the missing ones in the next days^^ It was just too damn hot and I've prewritten this chapter a while ago, because it is meant to end a circle. We started with Denied and end with Accepted and I hope that's a journey all of us can go through one day^^

Anyway. Thank you for sticking around, please leave a comment if you got the time, take care and have a wonderful day.

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#ace attorney #aa #ace attorney fanfiction #AroPrideForSimonBlackquill #simon blackquill #aroace simon blackquill #aromantic pride #asexual pride #coming out #the timing of this chapter is a bit uncanny but whatever #aura blackquill #(oc)penda mwangi #(oc)tumaini mwangi #nahyuta sahdmadhi

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