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cyraen-ae · 3 years

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My other Dragonfable heroes

I mentioned before that I have a full account of characters on Dragonfable. I want to share them too, but since they’re all not as developed as the Varsen siblings, being much more secondary, and I don’t want to spam the tag with each of them individually, I’m gonna put them all in one big post, under the Read More.

Leonas Shieldmane

The tallest and buffest of all of my characters. Despite his intimidating look and heavy armor, Leonas is actually the softest bean. A gentle giant who’s not always the smartest in the room, but is still a genuine and friendly person (so yes, a himbo). He’s always willing to give you the softest hugs if you ask, which is quite a feat to manage for someone in heavy armor.

Despite being in the Rose, he only wishes to help people and hopes to protect the innocent from harmful magic. He always puts focus on his large Rose-emblazoned shield, hoping to use it to defend civilians. He’s also very good with kids (I have this vivid mental image of him just piggybacking a bunch of kids on his back from a village the Rose just defended while the rest of the Rose is conducting business with the adults of the village.)

He absolutely refuses to ever take his helmet off. Most people assume he’s hiding scars or disfigurement behind it.

My buff boy has one braincell in his head and it's dedicated to giving good hugs.

Aelirria Deepglaive

A no-nonsense, task focused Water Elf Battle-Priestess. Aelirria was once one of the guardians of the water orb’s tower, before falling prey to Kathool’s corruption. She was freed of this corruption by the end of the water orb saga, but still suffers from PTSD and nightmares about it, the latter of which always causes panic attacks worrying Kathool is returning. Following those, she will often swim up to the surface, spending the night on a small island she discovered, hoping dry land will keep her safe from Kathool. This fear of Kathool’s corruption is one of the only thing she will visibly show fear at.

She’s a skilled tactician and warrior, able to combine melee fighting skills with water magic in combat. (the riftwalker armor is mostly there because it felt like it could be used as an elven armor too)

In book 3, she now mostly spends her time underwater, helping her people rebuild and keeping them safe from the Rose’s incursions. She only ever goes up to the surface to help if the threat becomes a risk for them too (like during the Calamity Saga, where she helped Thallen during the finale)

Lysander Chrisanti

A vampire blood-mage and a proud member of Safiria’s court. Lysander’s outward relaxed and uncaring attitude hides a vicious and aggressive combatant when provoked.

So far, Lysander is one of my least developed character, although I wish to work on him a bit more. This post might be updated once I have more on him

Sanya Borowska

A Chaosweaver from Azaveyr, Sanya started off as an orphaned student in Edelia, before being kicked out and branded a chaosweaver after an incident in which she violently attacked a classmate using soulweaving, apparently in retaliation for her friend’s bullying.

In order to survive, she first turned to theft, being a local street rat with the help of her soulally, Wisp, the Wind-attuned Elemental Spirit of Mischief. She eventually turned to bounty hunting to make meets ends. The process slowly corrupted Wisp, whose mischief went from playful to tormenting towards those she saw as enemies. (Wisp is still friendly and playful with her friends however)

She’s not outright good or evil, being a lot more morally in the middle. She’s like Circe in a sense, although she keeps a much more professional demeanor. She’ll help whoever gets her enough money to survive. The only rule in her bounty hunting : no harming children.

Sanya most often projects a silent and tough exterior, a sharp contrast to her bubbly and excitable soulally. However, she has shown a softer side towards children. (which made me realize after that I basically made her like the Mandalorian. Tough on the outside, but give her an orphaned child and she will do everything to defend them. That wasn’t on purpose.)

#dragonfable #all of my other heroes #Leonas #Aelirria #Lysandera #Sanya #a lot of them are a lot more flat or not as deeply designed as the Varsen siblings #which I hope to fix #but most of my focus has been on Thallen and Aleena #I still love them though #I might post their IDs later #since each of them also have their own house decorated fittingly with their character #so if anyone wants to visit them #or pvp them #that also works

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the-goddess-of-mischief-writing · 4 years

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꧁Midnight Masquerade꧂

Description; A masquerade becomes the perfect time for a monster to stalk its prey. But what if the heroine knows the villan?

Pairing: Pietro x reader

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Oneshot

Word count; 3.230

Warnings; Kinda entering the thriller genre, a bit of fluff (?)

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

A/N: So this is my little piece in @sdavid09 halloween's challenge and I had the prompts "Scooby Doo" and M.J's "Thriller". Though this isn't only an entry in the challenge, but also my way of introducing a new character I'm going to start writing for. I took a new and kinda differente approach with this fic, so this isn’t how I characteristically write and honestly I don't really now how it turned out. Maybe I'll do a part two or just leave it as this is, we'll see. Nevertheless, hope you enjoy this little work xx

MASTERLIST

Autumn. From where you came the season didn't bring much more than chilled temperatures that nipped at every part of your body, no matter how much or little clothes you wore for the time of year. The only thing differing it from the snowy winter though was the colours. Leaves painted in every colour between green and red, making the forest look as if it was on fire. The otherwise dull coloured buildings, speaking of an ill-favoured state, blended together with the third season of the year, as the smell of earth and heaviness of rain was present.

Those scents reminded you of your home more than ever as you now walked through the mist coating the streets outside. Goosebumps spread across your body as the wind ruffled the leaves enough for them to fly. A curse left you as you hugged the coat closer around your body, damning the wind for penetrating your scant pieces of clothes for the season. As well as your friends, for the night stroll that you now needed to take.

"Miss, your costume is pretty", the tiny voice surprised you to a stop. As the masquerade mask covering your face also entered your outermost vision, you need to tilt your head downwards to find the owner of it. As soon as you did, you saw a little girl standing there, with illuminated wings and brightly coloured clothes. Her face was painted as well, but unlike yours which aimed to look somewhat regal, it accentuated the costume she was clad in.

"Oh, uhh thank you", you mumbled, unsure if the little girl heard you as another gust of wind fittingly blew by, although seemingly she did. With nothing but a giggle in return and a bright smile, she skipped away to catch up with her mother, who had stopped not far behind you as she noticed her daughter wasn't with her.

You followed the pair for a few seconds, unable to not notice a few dozen other people roaming the streets as well. It seemed that everyone below the age of fifteen was out and about in silly costumes, knocking on each door of the houses in the scary decorated neighbourhood.

The ghosts, mummies, fairies and other creatures and costumes were what reminded you that the outfit you felt was bothersome walking around in, looked unusually modest. Aside from the black lace mask covering your face, there wasn't much more which differed your outfit from any other party clothes.

You sighed, continuing forward to reach the new place your friends said they meet you at, while in the background hearing voices gleefully exclaiming trick or treat. Everything reminded you that here, autumn didn't only bring a change of season, but Halloween as well. You were not used to it, in fact, you had never experienced it until now.

"Hey Y/N!" Along with the call of your name, came the honking of a car and if you hadn't recognised the voice, the rapid sound would have helped you figure out that it was your friends.

"Oh stop it you pest!" You shouted back, laughter lacing your tone, at the man behind the wheel.

"Won't stop until you're in this car missy!" You openly laughed at the way Jake, from his position in the driver seat, leaned closer to the open window on the passenger side to holler at you.

"Can't you see I'm on my way", you answered, almost entering a jog to reach the car to stop his irritation of the whole neighbourhood.

Thanks to your hurried steps, you soon jumped in the backseat, though the person already sitting there didn't give you much time to close the door behind you before throwing themselves at you. Automatically you encircled them, naturally knowing who it was by their display.

"I see you went for the devil after all", you said, regarding the brunette opposite you as you parted. Noticing she matched her deep red glitter dress with devil horns, while a red mask covered her upper face.

"Seeing as we aren't going to the ordinary college party, I thought I could try a classic in a different style".

"Stop lying to yourself Lily, we all know you picked that dress because it made your butt look good", turning to meet you from the passenger seat was Emma, a short-haired blonde.

"And perhaps that's the second reason", Lily stated, though before any further comments could be made, you felt the jolt of the car as it jumped forward.

"Anyways, welcome to the Mystery Machine", Jake said excitedly, though you couldn't miss the blonde rolling her eyes at her boyfriend's comment.

"He's waited to say that since we began heading here", you chuckled at the way she said it, an act that only grew when she swatted his shoulder after a smart comment he made.

"Hey, hey! Don't hit the driver, right Y/N?" You glanced up to meet Jake's eyes in the rearview mirror.

"I want to arrive at our destination and survive, so perhaps don't hit the driver, which for further information, also is your boyfriend Em".

"If anything that gives me the right to", she said sarcastically, which made him make a pouty face and lean in to kiss her. With a giggle, one that made you smile at their exchange, she pushed his head away while saying eyes on the road.

Although the ride was anything but short, your company and their storytelling of previous Halloween's, made the journey pass quickly. Soon enough, you pulled up to the estate-like property, already filled with cars and people flowing through the entrance.

"Geez, they really went all out this year", Jake's eyes strayed from searching for a parking spot for a few seconds to eye the bustle outside. You heard Emma mutter a there, showcasing an empty lot for you to take which her partner immediately headed for.

"When don't they go all out", Lily shrugged before continuing " Though this year you made a valid effort to match the theme, compared to earlier", Lily gestured to the hair Jake had coloured green for the night and the black tailcoat he wore. The man addressed was momentarily busy parking the car, so he only hummed as recognition to her words, but if he gave any further affirmation once it rocked to a stop, you didn't know as you hurriedly opened the car door.

Once stepping out, your mouth dropped open, before a gleeful smile took over. You heard the chatter of people passing by and watched their choice of clothes, the cocktail-dress code for the masquerade impossible to miss.

"You look like an eager puppy", you hadn't noticed the rest stepping out of the vehicle, but Emma's word you heard. Turning around you saw how she had matched the Joker her boyfriend dressed as. Patch-work jumpsuit in black and red followed her body, mask a bit more excessive then both your own and Lily's, as her face was covered in a joker masquerade mask.

"Don't tease her Harley, I'm the Joker for the night", Jake had come up to draw her close to his side, half of his face hidden behind a grinning mask.

"With jokes like that, I'm going to dump you".

"I know you won't", he said, the banter between them continuing as they took the lead towards the house, you and Lily following behind them. You felt exhilaration starting to pump through your veins and your mask gliding up as you couldn't contain a smile. Your undivided attention made the man following you with his gaze, go unnoticed.

You felt how the dress stuck to your skin as you made your way out from the dancing crowd. Since you arrived, you and your friends had busied yourselves with drinking and dancing. Up until this moment you hadn't parted from each other, though the suffocating atmosphere now prompted you too. You excused yourself to get through the crowd, knowing the exit to the garden was on the other side of the mass.

It didn't take long until you got to the door and opened it, doing so you were met by a cold autumn gust. Although it was probably barely noticed by those inside, you felt it envelop you like a counterproductive blanket. The sensation made a shaky sigh escape you, a sound which was swallowed by the noise of the door closing. Hugging your form your eyes closed momentarily, taking in how your bodily temperature steadily lowered. Something about it was comforting, feeling how the hotness disappeared though never fading to freezing. Even though you could hear the music from inside, it was nice fleeing it and the crowds for a few moments.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly opened your eyes while tipping your head backwards, following the fog the exhale then created. Not until it dissipated fully, did you refocus to watch the night sky. It seemed to be close to midnight if the full moon shining brightly from above was any sign to tell from. It cast a cold glow over the garden you stood by yourself in, that was what you had thought at least.

It caught you off guard, heart jumping as you hastily switched to look towards the source of movement in your peripheral. Far to your right, at the end of the patio, a man stood, almost hidden in the shadows. It was his dark grey suit, with few other lighter details, that made him blend so well against the wall of the house, yet the thing deceiving him was his hair. Light, almost verging silver, became a beacon of his presence, nearly as much as the shining mask hiding the majority of his face. His gaze had been heavily set on you the whole time since you noticed his presence and only thanks to this, could you see what the piece shielding his face resembled, a wolf.

As your eyes flickered up to meet his eyes, a pair you couldn't see but feel, you started to feel how the cold grew palpable. It was if the temperature dropped several degrees and a creeping feeling begun to spread in your body. It was then, instead of just having his head turned to you, his whole body did. However, the swift motion didn't stop there, as he didn't waste a second before walking towards you.

You couldn't read it as threatening, yet the way he closed the space between you without saying anything made you unsure. The door you had exited through was still nothing but a step away, as you hadn't ventured further from it, but you were paralysed. Even though you wanted, you couldn't move, merely stare at the man who already had crossed the halfway point to reach you.

It was when he started passing the windows, the flickering lights from inside illuminated his features enough for you to see him clearer. He was tall and well built as he moved with grace, although at the same time it seemed to be a restrained speed. You noticed a stubble on the visible part of his jaw, yet before you reached his eyes, you blinked and when looking towards him again, your jaw dropped.

He was gone.

There was no trace of him even being there in the first place. You started to doubt your sanity while stepping forward. That was when you felt it, a hand on your shoulder. Frightened you jerked away from it, scream dying in your throat as it closed from the sheer panic wrecking throughout your body. However, instead of being met by a silver wolf, you saw a shocked devil.

"It looks like you've seen a ghost", your hand was still placed over your heart and you felt it race from the jump-scare you just got. A relived, albeit airy, chuckle left you seeing Lily stand there, eyebrows scrunched at your reaction.

"From how you appeared from nowhere, I might as well have done it", you tried joking. Earning a laugh told you that you succeeded.

"Well you disappeared, so I came looking for you", you smiled, ever the caretaking friend she was.

"I needed to cool down, too sweaty with the crowd inside".

"Understandable, but you better come inside again", she reached for your hand, about to make you follow her, but not before exclaiming "God women, your freezing!" You wanted to laugh at her outburst, although the uneasy feeling in your stomach of being watched irked you to look behind you instead. As expected, no one was there.

From that moment and onwards, you couldn't let go of what happened. The man had disappeared into thin air, something you couldn't find any explanation to. Though that was not everything, ever since then, you felt observed. The feeling of having a glare in the back of your neck never ceased, yet every time you turned, you couldn't find anyone looking your way. It made an uneasy feeling settle in your body, but you tried pushing it away, knowing your easily spooked mind most possibly played a part in the trick your brain now played on you.

You had since then also joined the dancing crowd, at the moment throwing your head backwards, singing along the lyrics. You moved along the bodies, eyes closed to delve into the sensation of letting go. Even though you hadn't touched a drink since returning inside, you had had a few glasses earlier. Not enough to lose your reason, but plenty for renewed energy to develop.

Suddenly you felt how someone bumped you, harsher than acceptable even for the setting you were in, to which your eyes shot open. You were to turn around and tell the person off, yet something else caught your eye. Through the crowd, you could see him again. Silver mask reflecting the neon lights, yet none reached his eyes. You blinked, but in the second people had moved in the way and he was gone.

"This can't be real", you shook your head, though it was then you felt the burning feeling of eyes on you once more. This time you didn't hesitate to start turning in a circle to find the onlooker and when you did your eyes widened.

You had turned the opposite way of how you originally stood, something which would've taken minutes to walk. No matter if you walked through the dancing crowd, or around it. Yet there he was. The quickening of your pulse wasn't noticeable, not until the music started to fade to give room for the pounding in your ears that was. As heads began clouding the vision of him again, you tried to peer around them, as well as standing on your toes. Still, you lost him a second time.

It felt like someone played with you by now or you were going insane. At that instance, as it was triggered by your thought, you felt your body stiffen and straighten. Your body was hot, but you felt a coldness spread from your core. You recognised where the feeling came from, horrified you slowly turned to look the way it came. His mask shone in the dark, yet you could see nothing besides from it, the rest of him drenched in darkness.

"This can't be real, this can't be real", you uttered to yourself while turning and exiting the crowd and continuing down one of the corridors.

You knew Halloween was the night of terror, but never had you thought you would end up in a thriller. There must be a reason for everything, you thought, yet you had no explanations of the events you had witnessed.

Continuing to move forward, you heard the music fade behind you and your steps echo filling the silencing space instead. The empty space resonated each of your heavy steps loudly, the thought almost stopped you. There was no way your heels would give away that deep and loud of a noise. Intensely you listened, noticing how the sound followed yours perfectly, hitting the ground with the pace of your soles, making it sound like a further echo of yours. But it wasn't, someone else walked behind you.

The growing panic quickly crossed the threshold of fear, making you bolt. You zoned out, only focusing on putting as much distance between you and whatever was behind you that was humanly possible. You didn't dare look back, only held your gaze fastened on the door of the toilet, which had been your original goal.

It felt like the distance never ceased then all of a sudden, your shoulder connected to de door, while hand turned the handle, making you crash trough it. You stagger into the polished room, still not forgetting the door was wide open behind you. With all your weight you threw yourself at it, fingers finding the lock as soon as it closed with an echoing bang.

Your breath had turned shallow, shaking att both in and exhale. In a futile attempt, you tried holding your breath to silence the sound of your breathing. You stared at the door, attempting to hear if whatever chased you still was outside or worse, trying to break in. You realised that if it succeeded, there was nowhere left to run. However, besides your ragged breaths, it was silent, almost to silent.

It was then the impossible happened, you felt a cold hand wrap around your wrist. A choked sound was the only possible noise able to leave you. Biting your lip, you tried to quite the cry that wanted to escape, as well as your tears which were threateningly close.

You prayed this was your imagination, but you knew it wasn't as you felt the one being behind you step closer. You didn't need to turn to feel the looming feeling, which made you insignificantly curl into yourself.

"Y/N", unprepared for the sound of a voice, a whimpered left you, while you covered into yourself further. Your fear clouded your thoughts and not until his voice had echoed in your head multiple times did you realise, you knew that voice.

Though fear still gripped you, you slowly turned, eyes wide as you saw the mass of a man now standing before you. It was impossible to see anything more than his form in the dark, so you reached behind you, fumbling to find the light switch. Flickering to life the sudden source of light blinded you momentarily, though as soon as your eyes had adjusted, you looked at him once more.

Though his mask still covered most of his features, the light revealed many traits you hadn't seen before. His hair, which you had thought was silver, was dark brown at the roots, matching the stubble covering his jaw. The blue of his eyes shone from the cuts in his mask, seemingly crinkled in the corners. That was when you recognised him.

You recognised those blue eyes which you had gazed into so many times before. Those blues that could shift from shining brightly, to dangerously opaque. The ones you had left when moving from Sokovia, from him.

It was like he was bound, thus as you reached towards him, he stood perfectly still. You found the laces to his mask easily and with a few tugs, the tie loosened and the disguise fell from his face, hitting the floor with an unbothered cling.

"Pietro"

Taglist; @flowerchild1216 @haven-in-writing @krystallynx @sdavid09

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erraticfairy · 6 years

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5 Creative Ways to Connect as a Family

The most powerful way to genuinely connect with anyone is to give them our time and attention—genuine, all-in, physical and emotional attention. Without our phones. Without any electronics. Which, of course, is very hard to do today. Because we’re all busy, making important calls and answering important emails. We’re all working hard for our families. We’re all doing our best.

But there are small, meaningful ways we can reconnect every single day—all the while encouraging and sharpening our kids’ creativity, curiosity, compassion, sense of self and problem-solving skills.

You’ll find simple, beautiful ideas in the new book The Creative Family Manifesto: Encouraging Imagination and Nurturing Family Connections by Amanda Blake Soule. Soule is an author, editor-in-chief of Taproot Magazine and blogger at SouleMama, which she’s been writing since 2005. She lives in a 200-year-old farmhouse in Maine with her husband, five kids and various farm animals.

According to Soule in the book, “When our every evening is spent not in front of the television or looking at a screen, but instead connecting with ourselves and the people around us through the channels of creativity, we see the world in a different light. We see all the possibility, all the ideas still to be dreamed up, all the room from which we can find our place in the world.”

The first page of The Creative Family Manifesto fittingly features a manifesto. Which includes everything from unplugging to playing to believing in the impossible to encouraging curiosity to telling stories to making art to being silly to loving fiercely. Below, you’ll find ideas for doing just that.

Doorway Theater

Creating a theater inside your house is a great way to encourage kids to perform everything from plays to puppet shows to concerts. Which you can do by creating a doorway theater: Soule used a shower curtain tension rod and two long curtain panels in their double-door-sized opening between the dining and living rooms. This created a stage and a backstage for props (in their dining room). She also added flashlights, which created spotlights.

According to Soule, “This theater stayed up for months and saw use every day as one performance after another was practiced, dress rehearsed, and ultimately, ‘performed.’”

Parlor Games

Well before computers, TV and even radio, families would pass the time in the evenings by playing parlor games. Soule and her family play charades with a twist: They pick a category, such as animals or emotions. Next they jot down different words associated with that category on small pieces of paper, which they put in a jar. One family member picks a piece of paper from the jar to act out.

Another game is the endless story. One person starts telling a story for a certain amount of time. Soule uses a 1-minute hourglass with her younger kids. When the time is up, the next person takes over the story. As Soule writes, “The story takes twists and turns, and new characters emerge.”

Family Drawing Time

Soule and her family try to do this every night, especially during the winter months. Basically, each person works on their own art projects, side by side. And it doesn’t matter whether you can draw or not. Doodling totally counts!

Have a special drawing book for each person, including yourself, that you only use during this time. Also, have different books for inspiration. This might be anything from old magazines to field guides for flowers or insects.

Seasons Tree

Soule and her family keep a Seasons Tree at the center of their dining room table. This is simply a branch with smaller branches on it, which goes inside a vase, jar, glass or bowl. They also include other things, such as dried beans or rocks or seashells to keep the branch in place.

Next they decorate their tree, according to the season or holiday. For instance, for Valentine’s Day, they fill the tree with handmade heart ornaments. To celebrate springtime, they decorate the tree with colorful ribbons. For autumn, they add leaves, which they’ve drawn or painted on paper and cut out.

Special Birthdays

These are wonderful ways to make your child’s birthday extra special. Dedicate a spot in your yard as your child’s birthday garden. Each year plant a new tree or flower for their birthday.

Write a love letter to your child. Soule and her husband write about memories from the past year or what they cherish about their child at that age. She hopes these letters “someday serve as a reminder of who they were and, most importantly, of how very much they were and are always loved by us.”

Lastly, after the candles are blown out, each family member says something they love about the birthday boy or girl, something they remember from the year or something they wish for their upcoming year.

Here’s the (great) thing about real connection: It doesn’t require much. It requires turning off technology, and turning our attention to each other.

from World of Psychology http://ift.tt/2zmxTS7 via theshiningmind.com

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positivepsychologyinterventions · 6 years

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5 Creative Ways to Connect as a Family

Doorway Theater

According to Soule, “This theater stayed up for months and saw use every day as one performance after another was practiced, dress rehearsed, and ultimately, ‘performed.’”

Parlor Games

Family Drawing Time

Seasons Tree

Special Birthdays

These are wonderful ways to make your child’s birthday extra special. Dedicate a spot in your yard as your child’s birthday garden. Each year plant a new tree or flower for their birthday.

Here’s the (great) thing about real connection: It doesn’t require much. It requires turning off technology, and turning our attention to each other.

from World of Psychology http://ift.tt/2zmxTS7 via IFTTT

#IFTTT #World of Psychology

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psychotherapyconsultants · 6 years

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5 Creative Ways to Connect as a Family

Doorway Theater

According to Soule, “This theater stayed up for months and saw use every day as one performance after another was practiced, dress rehearsed, and ultimately, ‘performed.’”

Parlor Games

Family Drawing Time

Seasons Tree

Special Birthdays

These are wonderful ways to make your child’s birthday extra special. Dedicate a spot in your yard as your child’s birthday garden. Each year plant a new tree or flower for their birthday.

Here’s the (great) thing about real connection: It doesn’t require much. It requires turning off technology, and turning our attention to each other.

from World of Psychology https://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2017/11/25/5-creative-ways-to-connect-as-a-family/

#World of Psychology

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