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vaultofqueenorion · 1 year

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Prompt: Arena

Blood dripped from her chin, her teeth a crimson crescent when she smiled. The beast took a step closer, readying for another strike. It’s hulking form loomed over her.

Around her, the noise of battle was too loud in her ears, her allies fighting constructs not unlike the one she faced while the crowd cheered. The Fae and Faeries and other creatures on the benches looking down the arena had no idea of the danger - of the ritual that these beasts of curved branches and ancient stone would fulfill if left unchecked.

The bloodshed that would ensue.

She grit her teeth as the clumpy stone hand was brought down upon her like a mallet, the shield and sword she had been given lay discarded, crumbled and broken in the crater the last strike had left.

She waited until it was almost upon her, counting down seconds before she leapt, her clawed hands leaving marks in the beast’s own hand as she used it to leap into the air.

So far, nothing had been able to hurt it, her claws and weapons bouncing off its hard hide harmlessly.

She landed harder than she meant to, her knees buckling beneath her as the impact sent pain shooting up her body. Her hands hit the dirt, tiny stones prickling her palms as her eyes watered with pain.

She scrambled back, her feet dragging behind her before she righted herself and got to her feet again, grimacing at the jolts that shot through her knees at the movement.

The beast's hollow sockets seemed to glow, and it shifted with unnatural speed for a creature of its size.

Her heart beat in her throat, her breaths coming hard as she ran to the edge of the arena, past ally after ally as she gestured for them to follow, their own foes setting in pursuit as they did.

They stood near the edge of the massive arena, their backs almost pressed against the wall. They were all caked in dirt and sweat, blood seeping from their wounds.

One by one, she saw them fall to their knees around her as whatever poison the creatures had left in theri systems took effect. She felt it burning in her own veins, and she grit her teeth against it. Her vision swam, the beasts lumbering after her seemingly grinning in the sharp light of the arena.

She would be the last one left standing.

It was the curse of her bloodline. Scorned daughter of the Queen of Fae with magic thrumming through her veins.

Horror overcame her. That had been the plan all along. She was meant to watch her friends, her only real family, perish one by one while she struggled to fight against the poison.

The only problem was that she had never been good at doing what was expected of her.

She looked to her best friend standing at her side, his hair caked with blood and mud from a gash in his head.

“Pull up the shield when I tell you to,” she said, and something cracked within her heart at the broken look he gave her.

“It will do nothing against their attacks,” he said through gritted teeth. “There’s nothing magic about them.”

“Trust me,” she replied as she turned her back to him and took a step forward. Then another.

Until she was running towards the beasts, glaring down the maw of death with defiance in her eyes. If this didn’t work - if she failed this time, it would be the end of them all.

“Now,” she yelled as she pulled to a stop mere meters from the beast closest to them. It lifted its massive hand, bringing it down for the killing blow.

Because she would be too weak to move out of the way. Because the poison in her veins was already working on paralyzing her.

She closed her eyes.

Felt the surge of magic as the shield covered her friends, a shimmering barrier of pure light.

Then she dove deep into herself, down, down, down until she reached that reeking core.

She released the flood.

#tw violence #tw blood #gladiator #arena #magic #rot #this is actually part of a WIP #snippet #Prophecy of Stars #The Blood Ball #fighting #action #writblr #amwriting #write #writing #writerscommunity #fantasy #fae

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ruporas · 6 months

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feast (ID in alt)

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #tw blood #im posting this so late because october escaped me Suddenly.. hello....#i wanted to make it a photoset with this other vampire vw wip but i don't think i'm finishing it any time soon and the mood of it is #completely different anyway. also i don't think i ever shared anything about my vampire au on here !!! it's all old art by now so im shy lo #but maybe i'll do a photodump of it. long story short vash is a vampire since birth and ww is a human vampire hunter that turns during thei #travels together due to EoM experiments + getting vash to drink from him at some point.#humans turn once they get bitten but bc ww has been experimented on #& got bitten by a bunch of human turned vampires thruout his hunts he thought it wouldn't be a problem for vash to drink from him but alas.#theyre both ok though theyre traveling together definitely not hating themselves for what theyve become and feeling guilty for what theyve #done to each other. theyre completely normal about it. the biting part is really appealing to me in vampire aus so i draw it a lot but #in reality vash only drank from ww once and ww mightve done it twice under the realization he might actually die otherwise #since he wont drink from humans after being turned.... he's combatting the 5 stages of grief at all times #if this is all nonsense im sorry DMGKSDF I'M NOT good at explaining and this au came from nowhere in the depths of my mind its a mess #ruporas art

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isjasz · 6 months

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[Day 149]

Tries to speedrun epic fail HAJHSJAHEEJ have part of the wip I'll probably finish this tmr😔😔😔 rip dd week streak

#dddaily4sherin #wip #isdoodles #im actually so close im literally ONE DRAWING FROM FINISHING but i also want to add another whole ass part so well. o7 HAHAKDJKWk #namemc spoilers

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aerknight · 8 months

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snek sun design for my au!

he would give the best hugs <3

#squish his dumb lil face #this is from an au of mine that has no name but has the most concrete storyline of all of my wip aus...#someday i will sit and write it #idk how to draw people still but i am trying #moon soon mayb #naga!sun #but he actually isn't a naga #but thats part of the plot #snake!sun #fnaf au #fnaf sun #sundrop fnaf #fnaf daycare attendant #my art

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emry-stars-art · 1 month

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I remain as predictable as ever

#i was gonna say you might be able to guess the scene just from this #but theres actually like at LEAST three parts where people grab his face huh #and i love all of them #so maybe you can guess but only bc statistically theres like a 33 or 25% chance you get it #or. i am just that predictable #we'll find out #wip #aftg #tsc spoilers #tsc #the sunshine court #jean moreau #and to keep you guessing i will not tag the second set of hands 💕#hmm. this may be easier to guess than i thought now that i think of it lmao

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waveoftheocean · 10 months

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yet another vw wip for this week's wip wednesday bc i have zero (0) self control and so. so. so many thoughts abt them

#vashwood #trigun #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #nicolas d wolfwood #mine #wip #lmao ngl this looks like it could be done but it is not!!!! it is not :3c #please join me on my journey of creating more and more elaborate merch #where the setup and trying to vizualize how the pieces should fit make my head hurt 🤯#(but yes this will be a charm and it has multiple parts and i really hope it comes out like i planned it to)#merch stuff #actually my caption is a lie i have SO much self control #because this much? this is me holding back #i want to draw SO MUCH of them i want to read fanfic i want to rewatch tristamp and finish the 98 anime and finish the manga #i wanna admire other ppl's fanart and cosplays and theory vids and edits and everything just everything.#but NO. i live in a capitalist society and i have to WORK. I HAVE DEADLINES 😭😭😭

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helielune · 3 months

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people come and people go, but i stay (ghostride)

#infinity train #rymin #happy (slightly early) vday yalls #took me like over 2 hrs (to be fair. it was mostly trying to figure out how the app worked)#my art #trying out this cool new idea called every time i start looping a song ad nauseam i draw something for it #'trying out' actually its just happening to me outside of my control #ok just cus it's a rymin animation i'm gonna say as an aside i did not forget the wicked animatic exists #there are just some circumstances that make working on it slightly inconvenient #(new animation club that my friends founded that i'm not a part of but they kinda use the art rooms during all my free time)#(so i don't want to intrude. with my masterpiece of an animatic wip yknow)#(so im thinking either i get a job and buy my own software subscription to finish it or i sneak in during some rare off hrs)#yeah thats the update i might upload an actual video wip sometime tho idk #animation

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bleaksqueak · 14 days

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Child o child

#solivaga #my art #pu art #original character #art process #character design #elias #saved this wip while I was working on a panel #the light part of his hair is actually a light warm grey but I chose a high contrast here since final light layers would need it

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sparkle-fiend · 9 months

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Well… I completely missed the deadline for Lex’s summer event 😭

(even after switching prompts in order to do a simpler picture than the one I had originally planned 😭😭😭)

I have been a bit overwhelmed by work and family the past couple weeks, and most of my drawing time has been going to things for the big bang (sidenote- omg I will be so excited to share the stuff im doing for the bang!!!) But I’ve got a long weekend, and I’m hoping to buckle down and maybe finish this thing in the next couple days! 🤞

#steddie #my art #wip #work in progress #lexssummerfanworkschallenge #it’s a bit ugly right now 😅#just gotta figure out where I’m going with the colors #I think that part takes longer than the actual painting process lol

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btsgotjams27 · 5 months

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the broken hearts club | jjk (teaser)

title: the broken hearts club

genre/au: romance, fluff, angst | strangers-to-friends-??, private chef!jk x author!reader

summary: It's been a year after your public breakup, and the final installment of your romance series was meant to be released, but you've been engulfed with writer's block. Your editor suggests spending the summer at her beach house for inspiration, but when an unexpected visitor shows up on your doorstep, he offers much more than inspiration.

#this is only to motivate myself to actually finish writing this before i post anything lmaooo #it'll be a 3 part series (hopefully ready for the summer??)#pls keep me accountable hahaha #wips #jungkook wips #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic

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trensu · 8 months

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have another snippet of stasis in darkness! just 'cuz i'm bored tbh, and kinda stuck on all my wips i'm currently working on.

The seventh night:

“Has he spoken to you yet?”

“How could he when you’re here yammering my ear off every night?”

“He’s a god, I’m sure it wouldn’t be that hard for him to shut me up.”

“Even gods have their limits.”

“Oh, har har. The warrior’s got jokes. You didn’t answer my question.”

“...not yet,” Steve said stiffly.

“It’s been how long now? A week?” The man hummed in a falsely thoughtful manner. “Maybe he’s just not that into you, man. Maybe he’s letting you down easy.”

At his words, Steve involuntarily curled his shoulders inward, slightly, ever so slightly, in defense. He'd been wondering that same thing earlier that day. Steve had toiled hours in the sun to fix up the shrine; to make it welcoming; to encourage a divine visit.

He had stopped wearing his armor to free up more time to work. Putting it on and taking it off took too long, and he didn't have to maintain it as much if he wasn't wearing it regularly. He stuck to only his chainmail. He'd kept his shield stored away, too, so it wouldn't get in the way while he worked. Though, he made sure to keep his sword nearby.

He’d taken his knife and traced over the etchings of stars in the alcove that served as a backdrop to the statue. His knife had been ruined but it didn't matter. The Lord of Night would probably want the stars of his dark sky with him, he reasoned, and these had worn so thin. Sadly, it was the only detail he could bring out of all the stone. The statue’s face was so crumbled that Steve couldn’t even begin to guess what it had originally looked like.

He had discovered that the vines he chose to keep were moonflowers. They had blossomed every night since he’d removed the other more invasive plants. He'd draped them carefully so they lay across the statue's shoulders, wrapped lovingly around its torso and clung to its waist before the ends of the vines trailed off at the knees.

The strange man might have made himself a nuisance during his visits but he never stayed the whole night. Steve had been able to get a few hours of makeshift prayers at the shrine every night. He’d done all this, yet dawn broke every day without a single sign that the Lord of Night had been listening.

“Warrior?”

Steve broke out of his reverie. He refused to look at the man. He had to clear his throat roughly before he could speak.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been rejected by someone I love." Steve tried not to dwell on his father's perpetual scowl and his mother's infinite disinterest. "I’m pretty used to my devotion being one sided by now.”

“That’s a bummer,” the man said. His sympathy was meant to be teasing, Steve could tell, but it came out surprisingly sincere. “Good thing you have a whole pantheon! Strong guy like you? Any god would take you to be their warrior in a heartbeat.”

“What are you talking about? No, I’m nowhere near done with his shrine,” Steve said determinedly. “I know a silversmith and a stone mason who’d give me a hand, and Dustin and Robin have been dying to come up here to bring him offerings. The only reason they didn’t come with me is because I had to do the pilgrimage on my own if I wanted a shot at earning his blessing.”

The man spluttered.

“Are you insane? A god rejects you and you’d come back? What kind of stupid–were you dropped on your head as a child?

“A couple times, but that doesn’t have anything to do with it.”

“Are you sure? Have you checked? You should go to one of the gods of medicine. Owens, maybe. Have him take a look at your head,” the man huffed in frustration. "For stars' sake, why would you want to come back?"

He ignored the insult to his intelligence. For stars' sake. Steve murmured the words to himself, letting them settle in his mouth to get a feel for them. He'd never heard of that one before. He liked how it rolled off the tongue, natural as anything.

The man waited for his response. Steve took a moment to try to sort out his words. He kept his head bowed towards the shrine as he ruminated.

“People barely remember my god,” Steve finally said. “And when they do, they remember him as something he’s not. Even if he doesn’t believe I’m worthy of carrying his crest, he shouldn't be forgotten.”

The man said nothing. Steve took a shuddering breath before the quiet could take over.

“Having someone forget you is…it’s very lonely. Which is the worst feeling. I…I guess I don’t want him to be lonely anymore.”

The silence that followed his statement stretched long enough that Steve started falling into that meditative state he’d learned during his many nights at the shrine. It helped dull the twisted up, unsteady sensation that lingered from the man’s prodding at his every self-doubt and fear.

“He hasn’t rejected you yet, though,” the man broke Steve's musings awkwardly.

“He hasn’t reached out to me either. It’s fine. I’ll keep coming either way.”

Another silence. It was around the time the man usually left Steve to his worship. He didn't hear retreating footsteps. Instead, the man cleared his throat, and when Steve looked up at him, the man turned his face away, shrouding it in gloom.

“Maybe he’s nervous. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t contacted you yet.”

“Nervous? No way.”

“He sounds like a godly weirdo,” the man said. “Maybe he’s never had a holy warrior before and doesn’t know what to do.”

“He’s the good kind of weirdo! And there’s no way he’s not had a warrior carry his symbol. He must’ve had loads back in the day. I probably don’t meet his standards,” Steve smiled lopsidedly, playing off his insecurity.

“I’m serious!” the man exclaimed. “It’s possible! Some gods never get warriors. Some never want them at all!

“Look, even if I was the first to offer to be his, he’d know he didn’t have to be nervous,” Steve insisted. "I’ve never served a god before either! I wasn’t sure I could have faith at all until I learned about him. So like, if he’s new to it then so am I, and we’d figure it out together.”

“...you really mean that, don’t you? You’d let him make it up on the fly if he took you on.”

“Well, yeah,” Steve shrugged.

“You’d keep coming back even if he rejected you?”

“Yep.”

“But why? That’s so stupid. Nobody would do that!” The man sounded frustrated.

“I’m not really known for my smarts,” Steve said matter-of-factly. “Robin and Dustin had to translate the only book we found about the Lord of Night because I definitely wouldn't have been able to. It was a tiny book but it still took them ages to do because the language doesn’t really exist anymore. So they told me it’s possible it’s not accurate. It felt true, though, to me.

“There was this quote, I can’t recite it word for word, but…it was something about how monsters don’t always look monstrous, and the monstrous aren’t always things to be feared.”

“That sounds ridiculous,” the man protested. Steve shook his head.

“No, it’s true! Like, I know I’ve got a pretty face and really great hair,” he smirked when he heard the man scoff, “but I was such a fucking asshole when I was younger. I went around hurting people on purpose, tearing them down for no reason other than I was hurting too, and that’s the shittiest reason to hurt anyone. I had to get some sense knocked into me by the people I call friends now.

“My friends are the greatest people I know, and I’m really lucky to have them, but to everyone else? My friends are losers. They’re rejects because they don’t act right or they don’t look right; they talk too much or too loudly. People treat them like shit because they're different.

“And after I noticed that, I started seeing it more even if I don’t always pick up on it. And I still mess up sometimes. I'm not a god, I can't change the world but…in the stories Robin and Dustin translated, the Lord of Night helped people like my friends because it was always the weak and rejected that try to hide themselves in the dark. I want to help those people find him again so they know they’ve got someone holy in their corner. They should know someone loves them enough to protect them.”

Steve didn’t really know where all those words came from; he wasn’t a wordsmith like Robin and Dustin. He always had a hard time verbalizing his thoughts, and he usually messed up the words. Nonetheless, these words had almost burned to be said.

When the speech that flowed from him finally reached a natural end, he felt…lighter, cleaner. He felt like his shield and sword when they were polished to a shine. But when he turned to see his audience’s reaction, the man had gone. Steve felt strangely dejected instead.

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The eighth night:

“Hey, it’s me again. My supplies are low and I don’t know what your thoughts about hunting on your land are so I’d rather not…I don’t want you to think I’m disrespecting you. I might have to leave soon to get more supplies,” Steve swallowed nervously. “Which isn’t an ult..ultimate…? No, damn, what is it called? I’m not trying to force you to talk to me before then, is what I mean. Not–not that I could! With you being a god.”

Steve scoffed at his own blundering. He should’ve had Robin help him make speech notes. Cards with conversation starters. Something! He took a deep breath and tried again.

"But I'm coming back, I promise. I meant what I said about fixing up your shrine. I’ll commission a new plaque and I’ll talk to the stonemason about replacing your plinth. I don’t know a lot about sculpture, but I’ll get you the strongest type of stone and get something nice carved on it. Your flowers? Or cats? Cats are cute. Maybe your bats would be better…?” Steve trailed off.

It was quiet save for the faint rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. The full moon illuminated the area more than ever before. The shrine must have really been a beautiful sight back in its heyday. The thought of it sent a pang of longing through his soul.

The hour came that the strange man usually showed up. Steve steeled himself for another round of questions, another jab at his faith. The hour went by with Steve alone in the clearing. Steve frowned.

“Do you think he’s okay?”

Steve’s question went unanswered.

After another hour without seeing his stranger, Steve had finally convinced himself to round the perimeter for a quick check in case the man was nearby or in need of assistance. When he found nothing, he checked again in case he missed something.

Still nothing. Uneasily, Steve gave up his search and returned to the shrine. He knelt before it again, head bowed. He cleared his throat.

“Lord of Night, I don’t know his name, and I know he’s been rude–annoying–but could you please watch over the man? Please keep him safe from harm for as long as the stars shine tonight. Thank you.”

He received no response, but Steve had faith. He knew he was heard. He knew his god wouldn’t let an innocent come to harm if he could prevent it.

ps: i do not do those reader tag list things. if you’d like to keep up with my stuff, follow my writing tag: trensu tells stories

#trensu tells stories #stasis in darkness #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #i'm hopping around between working on this fic and a couple of different fics for the hawkins halfway house au #whenever i feel uninspired by one i jump to the other #i've also dabbled a little with additions to the chrissy the vampire slayer au i threw together real quick a while back #someone please tell me how to keep focused long enough to finish one wip rather than juggling like five of them at a time #anyway #i actually have more of this one written out but this part of it is the only one that i'm pretty sure i won't go back and change around #whereas the rest of it is still getting rearranged over and over lol

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leenfiend · 5 months

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More wips!!!!!!!

#almost done coloring and #lining this mini comic #soooooo #coming soon I guess but probably I will actually queue it in parts like a normal person #WIP

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turquoisephoenix · 2 months

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WIP. Revamping my "Mr. Dark started out as a Rayperson" idea. Without giving too much away, there's a reason why I'm saying "started out" and not "Mr. Dark is a Rayperson". He kinda loses a bit of himself while fighting the God of Death and Nightmares...

Also Captain Laserhawk was a godsend because now I can put this guy in a costume that actually suits him.

#I'm not sure how many of my watchers actually remember Mr. Light but here he is #he's gonna fight a god and horrifically mutate into some shadow creature #but like...a shadow creature that still takes part in Lord Licorice of Candy Land shenanigans #sketches #wip tag #Rayman #Mr. Light

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spookygibberish · 1 month

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Dogstock are typical of what are often deemed the ‘evil’ races in many other fantasy works. They were created by some higher force to be slaves, they are carnivorous by nature, they resemble animals other than human in dentition and build. They growl and bite and walk behind.

The Uhasr (a dogstock culture) are descendants of such slave-infantry that was abandoned when the empire that used them to capture the steppes decided the land wasn’t so profitable after all, and more pressing matters drew their attention elsewhere. Like tools left spent on the ground, the unneeded, excess dogstock were left to survive on their own in Hochkiskuph. The native peoples, of course, did not welcome them any more, or see them any less as oppressors when the hand released the lead. To the Hochkiskuph peoples, the Uhasr are a predatory ghost, an echo that consumes them even in absentia. To the Uhasr, one human is much like another, differing in number and equipment, but never in essence. Uhasr are a species of wild animal with a human face. Humans are prey on two legs. Humans smoke and poison uncovered dens on principle, Uhasr abduct and consume men and women and children all the same.

A common trend I have noticed in media which aims to humanize monsters, is that it often relies on passivity. Humanity is contingent upon kindness. The monster that is A Person only so long as they are a harmless thing at heart, something which can be understood and befriended. Their violence is reluctant, their hearts noble. Grace is a concession to the dominated. Only the toothless beast, declawed and pinioned and caged, is one which has earned its personhood. The ontological enemy supersedes the ontological man.

#haven't posted them much (all wips) but been thinking about the sphinxish people in my setting. same world as thrones #different part of the continent like 2 whole seas away #this is inspired by a shitty comic a friend is reading and also thinking some of the writing in the long way to a small angry planet re #hostile aliens really really sucked.#i want to talk abt this more so im posting it if you have thoughts i would like to hear themmmmm #i'm very cynical about this kind of stuff lmao #dogstock #im also reading tollkien rn so im thinking about ORCS #i dont actually like the lotr trilogy all that much but not even bc i think the writing is bad i just think its kinda boring. sorry.#thats not a very interesting reason to not like something i dont even think its not good im just not super entertained. rip #like not saying there is no issue with it at all writing wise there is very much to say abt how it is utterly and uncritically #white good black bad fair elves and dark orcs and shit like that #but i've liked things more that have bigger issues. hi pern. maybe i just like shlock! idk!#rambling. im keyed up hi #the gibberish in spookygibberish

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