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roychewtoy · 1 year
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can we get him out?
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luckyashesart · 7 months
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mmm spooky :>
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hermestoaster · 10 months
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First part of our D&D game ended, missing the kids while we're on break
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cloudy-dayys · 2 years
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@finalfridayss when they first met
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energon-goodies · 2 years
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you do not need to guess who my favorite OFMD character is lol
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l0vem41l · 6 months
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can you write like some cute head cannons for johnathan ohnn w like a short chubby female s/o like i can imagine him w someone like that !! it would be even cuter if they were like a artist or something <3
perfect.
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「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, reader is an artist– specifically a visual artist becuz WOOO u be drawin babey!!! if u meant otherwise i am So Sorry, pre colider johnathan ohnn, terribly, horribly, and awfully sweet and cliche i Cannot Escape Myself 」
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「 fem!reader, romantic relationship <3 」
↳ ft. johnathan ohnn
author's note: FIRST REQ OF THIS ACCOUNT YIPPEE!!! thank u 4 the req anon (´▽`ʃƪ) <3 hoping this is what u want! ALSO!!!! my first time writing specifically for a chubby reader insert so i hope i did ok! (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) feedback appreciated if there is any u'd like 2 share :D
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▸ short chubby girlf,,, ouuughhwhhe oh my goodness,,, johnathan thinks ur absolutely adorable there is No Doubt About It!!!!!
▸ you are just the loveliest thing he's ever seen– and he'll remind you everyday.
well. okay maybe not completely verbally. there's something about being in love that makes johnathan feel like a lovestruck teenager all over again– all of a sudden, he's stumbling over the half sentences falling out of his lips and getting all red in the face while he tries to verbalize how pretty you are
he'll shut his mouth. eventually.... give him a kiss to shut him up!! it'll work! until he ends up blabbering again cuz he wants another one and gets a bit nervous about that too
▸ okay, but he's not,,, all nerves. he's able to pull himself together to show how much he appreciates you. again, physically affectionate. i feel it in my soul that he is a sucker for physical affection. with you?? it's just amplified.
thinks your height is perfect,, burying your face in his chest while he holds you in his arms? chef's kiss. secretly hoping you don't hear how embarrassingly fast his heart is pounding.
ur chubby too?? that meanz there's more to love!!!! more to embrace!!! there are no downsides to you :]]
this is how he reminds you how perfect you are in his eyes– all through touch. always gentle, always sweet. his favourite thing is when your cheek is pressed up against his chest when you're cuddling and you look up at him. he feels his brain stop every single time, his gaze meeting your pretty eyes.
you murmur a quiet, "i love you" and it takes a moment for him to say it back– not because he doesn't want to, but because it's these moments where he realizes how much he lucked out to have someone like you
▸ ARTIST GIRLF??? even better. johnathan ohnn is a scientist, through and through... but it doesn't mean he can't appreciate art when he sees it!!
"it... it's fine if i look, right?" he asks, his hand hovering over your sketchbook, waiting for your permission.
this was the first time you had ever left your sketchbook face open around him. while you were off doing something else, he had been fighting the temptation to look through it. he did understand art was personal, and he's tryin' not to accidentally overstep anything
"i mean... sure?" you say with a little shrug. "i haven't really gotten to filling it up yet so it's a little bare an–"
you barely get the words out. he's picked it up, flipping through the pages like the secrets of the universe were hidden somewhere in between.
"hey that's pretty cool!" his eyes light up as he admires the things you've created. he'll gush over your work, tryin to talk with artistic terms.
he's out here like, "i like the use of complementary colours!"
"...i only used charcoal for that." HES TRYING. not hard enough tho cuz dawg cmon. /j maybe,,, you could teach him about art?? wink wink nudge nudge >:]
he's about to flip another page– but you place your hand atop his to stop him.
"there's nothing left to see so,, uhh– i'll just take that back now." you say awkwardly. he won't fight you about it. maybe frown a bit about it– maybe some art was more personal thank he thought.
def thinks abt what was on those other pages... there was almost 100% a drawing– he was halfway to flipping the page over, he definitely saw something.
▸ politeness of not crossing boundaries aside, unfortunately he's an idiot (SLASH JAY) and doesn't know the first rule of interacting with an artist.
dreaded from anyone else, usually, but... bearable when it was him requesting it. gives you plenty of time and room to say no.
"you should draw me!" ☝️🤓
this is how you find yourself over at his apartment. he's seated on a chair across from your own, trying to figure out how you want him to pose for this drawing.
"tilt your head towards me– no, wait, not like... hold on–" you stand up, making your way over to him.
"i'm literally doing everything you're telling me to do, i don't know what you want me to d..." he trails off as you gently grasp his chin.
you suppress a giggle, watching eyes widen slightly as a strangled noise coming from his parted lips but no words but certainly no complaints.
with a firm yet soft grip, you position his head slightly and let go with a smile. "perfect. you stay right there."
GOES STILL ASF THE ENTIRE TIME SO HE DOESNT F UP UR DRAWING PROCESS HWDJFHEWUIFH bros hardly breathing
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"you know," you comment, eyes focused on your sketchbook as your pencil works to draw him, "you've got a really interesting face."
the corners of his lips quirk up into a half-smile, his brow furrowing ever so slightly at your words. "thank you? y'know when you word it like that, it makes it sound like a skillfully veiled insult." johnathan quips. you're making him wonder if being considered "handsome by scientist standards" counts for anything in the eyes of an artist.
it earns a little laugh from you. "not what i meant."
your words immediately flood him with relief. you swear you hear him go "phew." what a dork.
"there's something about all your features," you continue, looking back up at him, "they just fit so perfectly on you. like everything was just meant to be there."
he falls silent for a moment, your words echoing in his mind. he wished he could work with words in the way you did.
"hey. look back up at me." you smile, holding up the paper and turning it for him to see.
"wow..." he reaches out, gently taking it from you. it takes a few moments for him to speak up again. "it's..."
"okay, hopefully?" you chime in, your hands clasped in your lap as you try your best not to anxiously fidget.
"perfect." he replies instead. "you're perfect– i mean, your work is obviously, yeah sure but you,,, you just–"
johnathan holds the paper in one hand, gesturing vaguely to you with the other. you giggle.
"well thank you."
he grins. "it was worth sitting here for like what? a few hours? man, it was hard trying to keep that position."
"johnny?"
"hm?..."
you laugh and he looks,,, confused. he awkwardly chuckles along with you.
"what? what's so funny?" he asks.
"i coulda worked without you posing like that. i've seen your face enough to work without a reference."
he watches as you flip back to the pages of the sketchbook he didn't see.
and it's him. whole pages,,, of drawing of him.
there's a glint of mischief in your eyes. "it was funny seeing you try to hold still for so long though."
▸ he finds something new to love about you every day. sometimes, he'll see all the things you do for him and try to measure up.
no matter what he does– and damn, will he do anything and everything for you– he can't help but feel like he's falling short. just a little.
after all, how do you love someone so perfect?
he certainly hasn't figured out. he could give you all the love in the universe, and he'd still think you still deserve more he's right
the night is quiet. you're on his couch, the shitty romcom you put on just to joke about with him no longer interesting either of you. your eyes are shut as he holds you in his arms, your head resting on his chest. his eyes are filled with adoration, looking at you, being all comfy and adorable in his arms.
johnathan leans down, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your forehead.
"...what was that for?" you mumble sleepily.
"nothing." there's a pause for a moment, as he tries to find the right thing to tell you– the way to phrase what's been on his mind since forever– and just ends up sighing instead. no flowery language could convey it. maybe being straightforward could help.
"you're just... perfect. y'know that?"
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green-alien-turdz · 2 months
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Do you have any advice for drawing backgrounds? I want to start drawing them more but they intimate me and perspective seems really difficult
I can try! I kinda suck at givin advice, but here we go
When drawin backgrounds, you almost wanna think of them as their own characters with the details you add n put into them. Rooms n homes are the best ways to express this bcuz you can add details like decor that represents those who live there n shit. You can draw the wear n tear on things, the aging, etc. Of course, a lot homes aren't gonna be as maximalist as I like to draw lol but that doesn't mean they don't have their own charm. Even when it comes to drawin the outside, there's so many little details that make the whole piece. Even a vast open desert has rocks, cracks, heat waves n alla that. Now that's just talkin about details, if perspective is what you need to work on, there's a few exersizes for that I guess.
You wanna focus on depth. Now not every scene has to have a lot bcuz sometimes that's just not the perspective or location, but depth is kinda important. Think of what's in the foreground (closest), middle ground, and the WAY way background. The two best ways to really capture this depth can be 1) Forest/nature scenes, and 2) Lookin through a window.
Practice by drawin the things you see. Like wherever you're sittin, draw your perspective from right there (includin things close to you in the foreground). This can help gain a better understanding of shots n scenes in different locations n understandin the perspective. These drawings don't have to be the most beautiful thing, just take in the depth n perspective. Take a very impressionistic style if you wanna.
I think the best advice I can give ya is to REALLY take in your surroundings. Every now n then, just take a moment to take in all of the little details in a room, in public, outside, on transit, etc. Look for the things that everyone sees but it's such commonplace that no one really notices. The beauty of backgrounds is that they can say a lot about a character, a places history, etc. Backgrounds tell their own mfin story.
But yeah, perspective can be kinda tricky, so imma go back to those two depth practices I recommended. Gonna do some quick lil shitty sketches to show you what I mean on like gettin that shit in. (Sorry for the crumply paper, my cat sat his wet ass on it). These are just to get an idea of what the practices can look like! They're not te end all be all. Spend as much or as little time as you want. It's all about learnin, man
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I don't know how helpful this was. Sorry about that, dude. The best advice I can give is to just keep practicin. Everythin seems intimidating at first. Ya just gotta take the stride forward and keep tryin. It doesn't matter where you are with backgrounds now, bcuz with an effort made you'll see improvement each n every time. I've seen some of your stuff, man, I know you got this shit. Good luck!
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enby-summoner · 20 days
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long time no speak, (ive jus been lurking in the tag the whole time ive seen yall) how yall doin,-
im tryin to get over art block (as always OTL) so do any of yall have any art requests?
most likely simple things, and itll either b a traditional or mobile drawin, which, historically for me, are shit,-
(i might even continue my boys in dresses as long as mobile drawin doesnt annoy me to hell and back long enough-)
also, this aint really an ask blog but if u wanted to ask my summoner questions ill try to answer them wi art,-
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raaindropps · 10 months
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tryin 2 get back into drawin digitally
[ID: A digital drawing of Ishawuu, from the shoulders up and with no clothes. Her hair blends in with the white background, and the only color is from her skin. She is looking directly at the camera /End ID]
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zinofghast · 5 months
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in a rut, tryin to get back into drawin
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jasonsthunderthighs · 6 months
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Warnin’
A/N: Oh, the angst~
Synopsis: You got into a situation to work for The Joker. He wanted the wild second Robin to use against Batman, and decided to give you a warnin when you failed to retrieve Robin. Also sorry for not writin your requests I've been given to write. Life got in the way and I've been depressed and busy.
Words: ~700
Warnin: Gore in a little bit of detail. I was watchin a horror film writin this.
You woke up strapped to a chair in the middle of a dark, cold room. The strap on your neck to keep your head in place isn't givin you any room to move to look ‘round. You tried to free yourself from the restraints keepin you still. This isn't good.
You tried to yell out, only to mumble out words through a cloth tightly tied to your head and in your mouth.
A creepy laughter followed by a voice speaks out, walkin out of the shadows to reveal The Joker, grinnin sadistically at you. “Long time no see.”
“Joker..” you muffled out, glarin at him as you tried to wriggle myself free from the restraints.
“Now, now. Where are your manners? Not a nice way to greet someone, not like THAT. Don't you ‘member our deal? You'll be free from this when you get me that pesky Robin.”
You don't know where he's at. He just wants the Boy Wonder to torture and show Batman what he's done to the sidekick.
“That's all you need to do. He's a smart little Bird.. You just need to do your part.. That's all.” Joker holds up a blade, tappin the tip of the blade with his fingertips.
You squirm in the tight restraints, tryin to get the gag out of your mouth to speak.
“I really don't care what you have to say on this. Just know that you have failed and I'm here to remind you of that.” Joker tells you, gettin closer to you as he flaunts the blade in your face, knowin your fate.
“Please don't. Not again. I don't want to go through this again. Please.” you cried out muffled words through the gag as they fall on deaf ears, feelin the blade against your skin of your neck as he digs deeper in your neck, drawin blood.
“Pretty eyes you have. I'll only take one. Be lucky it wasn't your tongue. As you'll be needin it. You'll get use to your vision. You didn't need two eyes.. Be a good kid and ACTUALLY finish your task. And you'll get your freedom AND full vision back..” He finished, holdin your eye to you.
“No. You need another reminder. Seems like you can't ever learn. Especially with what I give you to even help yourself with this task. You'd rather slow down my progress instead of wantin your freedom. YOU got yourself in this. Don't ever forget that.” He took his fingers to your left eye, fishin out your eye from the socket as you scream out and flail round in your restraints, easily pluckin your eye out completely as you cried out through the gag in agony.
You could barely see with your only workin eye as your left empty socket bleeds out, only makin out a blurry vision of The Joker's twisted grin as he holds up your eye to observe.
Breathin heavily into the gag, visibly shakin from the torture you just went through. “Please.. No more.” your voice hoarse and muffled by the gag, tryin to breathe out normally to get through the pain you're in, feelin so weak as Joker takes the cloth out of your mouth and undoes the restraints, lettin you fall to the cold harsh ground.
“This was just me bein easy on you. Next is your fingers.” He tells you, bendin down to watch you struggle in pain, grabbin a fist full of your hair tightly in his fingers, liftin your head up to him, makin you hiss out in from the harsh movement.
“I'll.. Get him, Joker..” You breathed out slowly and raspy, feelin the blood from your empty socket roll down your cheek, “I-I promise.. This time..”
“Oh, I'm sure you won't fail me again.” He holds your eye that's now in a jar to your face, cacklin out loud from your expression of defeat and pain he inflicted on you. “Right?”
He helps you nod your head ‘yes’, whimperin in pain, afraid of what he's to do next. “Y-yes..” you softly cried out, the intense pain from your missin eye leaves you dizzy and cold, unable to think of what to even do next as your vision goes to black.
“Good.” He smiles, lettin go of you and watchin your face hit the cold hard floor as you laid there weak and unconscious. Cacklin widely as he leaves you alone in the room.
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This was originally written cause I was bored with my OCs and universe from my book I'm writin. Just decided to word it differently, since it was also in first person and different details were changed and edited. Comment, like and reblog if you want a second part.
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hetameme · 9 months
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Hey bros! Sorry if it's been a bit, as I've had some trouble comin' up with fun stuff to practice. Ahm' more worried about tryin' to catch up an get better so much that I ain't thinkin' bout the reasons I like drawin' in the first place ya know? So I asked a friend to draw with me ta get that motivation back.
But fear not! You guys should be treated to some more tf2 and One Piece soon, I've got two works that just need the finishing touches and they'll be ready. So stay tuned!
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sturges-posting · 1 year
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well-put-together intro post challenge (impossible)
greetin's n' salutations :) ahm sturges, proud mechanic of tha commonwealth minutemen. if ya've stumbled upon mah blog by pure coincidence, yer probly readin' all this thinkin' ahm some sorta maniac. but if yer a friend (shoutout to tha Βενζιναδικο server on discord), ya already know what's goin' on.
as mah blog description states, ahm a fallout 4 splitroject (an alter with multiple sources). ahm also tha host of tha lovely winter solstice system. for anyone who ain't already acquainted with me, that probly makes me sound even more like a lunatic. well- ah promise ahm not. just a guy tryin' ta do his damndest.
this blog's primarily gonna be for postin' about mah sources, tha memories n' jokes (he's hackin' and whackin' and smackin'...) n' all. ah'll also be postin' random thoughts n' ideas here too (if mah painfully short memory can keep up).
now- enough work for now, let's move onto tha play.
as a splitroject n' fusion, mah interests n' hobbies vary a little from mah initial source material. ahm still plenty passionate about tinkerin' and mechanics, but ah also enjoy writin' poems n' junk journalin'! since ahm a fusion with our previous host, ah've inherited some interest in drawin' too. you can check some of our art out over on our art blog @m0thk1ss if ya so wish.
ah identify as transgender ftm n' omniromantic/omnisexual. ahm happily married to tha fandom's favorite spy egg ('s gonna get back at me for that) n' ahm dogmeat's primary caretaker when tha general's away.
mah fav'rite color is cobalt blue n' ahm also very fond of pomegranate red. cats are mah fav'rite animal, closely followed by frogs. mah myers-briggs type is istp, ahm a july cancer, n' mah hogwarts house is hufflepuff. ah've also been told ahm a chaotic-neutral, but that don't mean much to me.
on top'a havin' p-did, ahm also autistic n' have ocd. many of mah pseudomemories contain symptoms of both asd and ocd, a fun lil' quirk of bein' tha product of many headcanons n' such.
in mah sources, ahm korean-japanese american. memories say ahm from a small settlement in post-war texas, but ah prefer not to talk about those memories too much. here, ahm just korean american. damn proud of it too.
if ya ever feel like reachin' out ta chat, feel free! ah don't bite, ahm just a lil'... socially inept sometimes. but don't worry! ahm friendly enough to make mah company worth tha awkward stumbles (ah shoulda been a companion, swear to god...).
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sagaofstardustmkg · 2 years
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they rode infatuate and half fond toward the red demise of the day | arianna | trial 5.1
The desert made her feel almost like a person again. Lungs full of sunshine, skin golding in the light, Janelle Longbough Carter had been really and truly happy. She lay on the red rocks every day until she’d stored up enough warmth to go back to the castle. 
And she thought about how badly she wanted to fly over those clifftops on horseback, and sometimes her fear of some volcanic disaster like the one in that vision became so much she couldn’t breathe, but often — sometimes — she had been happy.
It was a terrible thing for a person to be when this was always around the corner.
Because when they found Haruki and Lucy and Strikeout, she was forced to remember that this place was like every other place. 
When the sun sets in the desert, the world goes colder than you ever thought it could be.
So. She’s been more-than-usually quiet in this trial, watching her classmates circle each other. Her heart squeezes tight and painful for Haruki, backed into a corner where all possible actions are cruel or unreasonable or both. For Lucy, who has lost beloved friends to the people — good people but ones who are hard to love, easy to bristle at, whom Lucy could hardly be blamed for hating — now sharply questioning her about a new murder.
And for Miyuki. Of course. Kind and bright but scrappy, too, not like the doe-eyed heroine of a fairytale but like a real person strong enough to survive this place without her spirit being crushed by it. 
Janelle had liked her very much.
She likes them all. Very much.
But this has to be done. 
“So, alright,” she says, speaking up for the first time as the tension flares like a rash. “I guess the biggest question here is, ‘Who among us has been known to draw?’ ‘cause I don’t. Mr. Mizu has, but it seems like we’ve gone and ruled him out for the culprit. I remember Nevros drawin’ at their trial and Miss Sirenity’s, and I know Amon’s real good, but neither of them have piped up here so far, so I don’t know…”
Lots of undetected murderers like to be involved in the investigations of their own crimes. She’d read that somewhere. And here, where the suspect pool is so small, missing a chance to control the narrative would be foolish. She’s considered that Nevros could use their stolen luck magic to help Lucy hit the target, but…they’d be here if that were the case, right?
“Only other livin’ person I know for an artist is Miss Baku. And I don’t know if that’s enough to put her on the list in any real way, considerin’ there isn’t anything else I’d say points to her.”
She pinches the bridge of her nose, thinking.
“So. Alright. We’re figurin’ so far that Mizu isn’t the killer and Strikeout didn’t do herself. Of the three people we know were involved, the only one who ain’t Mizu or Strikeout is Miss Lucy. Be natural to say, ‘Oh, well, it must’ve been her.’
“But we still got that unidentified handwritin’, per Ben, who says it don’t match Mizu, Strikeout or Lucy. Mizu says the trebuchet wasn’t his idea, Strikeout would never have helped set up a thing meant to fling her halfway to Timbuktu, and I’m inclined to believe it wasn’t Miss Lucy’s idea, either.”
She wants to be back on a rock in the sun. She wants to be flying. She wants to be pressing her forehead against Trouble’s and stroking the creature’s velvet nose.
Instead, she’s here. Watching everybody’s tangles get pulled tighter.
“So. Fourth mystery person. What do we know about ‘em? They can draw, probably. They’re alive. They like as not wanted to help Strikeout, or at least they’re the kind of person Mizu and Lucy would believe was tryin’ to help her. And I know Mizu’s got a real kind heart, sees the best in everybody, but Miss Lucy’s got a canny ol’ brain and a healthy helping of suspicion. She wouldn’t buy a story like that from just anyone.”
Janelle crosses her legs.
“The question we ought to be askin’ is, who’s trustworthy enough for Miss Lucy to share her fear with, creative enough to come up with this whole Looney Tunes-ass idea, and apple-headed enough to believe that ‘use a trebuchet to cure a gal’s fear of heights’ is a good idea?”
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sypro123art · 2 years
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Apology for not postin here for a bit- I’m a tad bit sick n its been drainin my energy to draw or do anything (mostly). Still tryin to beat it up so that I can hopefully get back to drawin.
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sammyloomis · 3 years
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a guardian 4N631
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