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sarahowritesostucky · 4 months

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📖"The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence" *reformatted*

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: age gap, boarding school au, a/b/o, dub-con/non-con, spanking, feminization, dumbification, sexism, misogyny, prostate milking, discipline, D/s elements, societal issues, hurt/comfort, mentions of past self-harm, onlyfans

Summary: Bucky Barnes is young, confused, and conflicted - a real "rebel without a cause" type. His parents ship him off to Steve's reform school to help him get straightened out into a "proper young omega."

Author's Note: *reformatted with a few age and plot changes to adhere to Tumblr's ToS*

Part 1 - The Sex Life of the “Liberated” Omega

The screech that the alpha beneath Bucky gives off when she starts to come is high pitched and unpleasant. “Aghhngh!!!”

Bucky grunts as he loses his grasp on the last few seconds of his own tenuous climax. “No nnn …” He tries for one last, desperate second to rock harder on Heather’s knot, in hopes of salvaging something, but she’s not even that big to begin with and it’s not enough to bring him back into it. His asshole flutters weakly, like it’s mad at him for such a paltry finish.

Meanwhile, she’s still squealing all her noises, Voicing brokenly at him to “do this” or “take that”—her best attempt at dirty talk, Bucky supposes. It’d be better if she just stopped trying and finished her own peak in silence, especially once Bucky thinks he hears the house’s garage door going up in the distance. He pauses and listens, and sure enough, it's followed by the sound of the door that leads from the garage into the house slamming closed. Faintly, he hears footsteps and voices talking downstairs.

Fuck. Bucky groans and drops his chin to his chest in defeat, body shaking with a sort of hilarity-stricken sob at the unfairness of it all. Now he’s stuck on a knot that only benefitted one person in this equation, and to top it all off, his parents are home early.

“Buckeee!”

Jesus, she’s fucking shrill. Her Voice cracks entirely at the end, bleeding its dominance faster than Bucky lost his orgasm. Does she still think he’s coming? And even if he were, that’s supposed to do it for him? Ugh. Just stop already.

“Ughn, ughn, fuckyeah baby, guh-goodboy …”

It’s like rubbing salt in the wound of his already ruined pleasure, and it pisses Bucky the hell off. “Shhh!” He scowls down at where her dumb orgasm face is all screwed up and beet red. He slaps a hand to the front of her neck and squeezes with a dominant shake. “Hey. I said be quiet!” he hisses, because if she can’t even Voice him through an orgasm properly then she might as well just fucking shut up. “My parents are back,” he whispers.

She’s hazy-eyed and panting up at him, tapering off after those first few minutes of her climax. Annoyance starts to visibly bleed into her expression as her thought returns and she processes the way this encounter has flipped in the last few moments. Her eyes flick over Bucky’s bossy expression and his seat on top of her, his hand on her neck and up to where her own arms are bound to the headboard. “... the fuck?” She jerks underneath him, the handcuffs that Bucky slapped on her earlier rattling dully against the wooden slats of the headboard. “Hey, take these off.”

“Shut. up.” He grabs the first thing he can find, which winds up being his own discarded panties, and shoves them in her mouth. “Ugh, there,” he huffs.

“Mmpfh!” Heather’s pimply face screws up and she tries to growl at him through the makeshift gag, though it’s now blessedly muffled. “Mmm, ummf!”

“Oh, give it a rest. Quit bitching.” Bucky stretches to the side to reach for his phone and sits back up straight, mumbling under his breath, “At least you got to cum.”

He opens the camera app and proceeds to use it as a mirror as he checks his pose and his complexion, the tousled muss of his hair and the pinked flush in his cheeks. He smirks at the screen and makes a few sultry faces, angling this way and that, running his free hand through the sheen of his own ejaculate to smear it around on his belly and nipples. He might not’ve had the greatest sex ever, but at least he looks hella sexy and fucked out. He snaps a few good pictures to go along with the video that’s still recording from his setup over in the corner, chiding Heather when she growls in protest of the candids. “Don’t worry. I told you I’ll facetune you, Jeez. Nobody cares what the Alpha looks like in these things, anyway.”

“Hmph.”

He gets one last, good shot of himself leering down at her and gripping the front of her neck in a Hold, since that’s the sort of stuff his subscribers go nuts for:

Horny O-Twink ties up Alpha Stepsister and makes her his Bottom Bitch!

(Or something like that. He’ll think of a title after he gets through all the editing.)

He sighs again and decides to go through his email while he sits there and waits for her knot to go down. His own body isn’t even locked, so it shouldn’t take too long. Should’ve gone for the twink-fucks-his-Alpha genre, he thinks ruefully. Maybe then he would’ve stood a better chance at having a good orgasm. He ponders that idea for another, future video as he deletes junk from his inbox. “How do feel about getting fucked?” he asks Heather offhandedly, to which he only receives a halfhearted grunt. “I’ll make it worth your while.” Bucky’s got an okay-sized dick for an omega, so flip fucking isn’t completely out of the question. “Could we try anal?”

Heather growls through the panties and Bucky rolls his eyes. “Alright, alright. Forget I said anything. Jeez.”

Just then, a text pops up on his phone screen:

📱Rancid [Sep 8, 2023 at 4:20 pm]:😒Family meeting in my office when you’re done up there, you little shit. Send your “friend” out the back so your mother doesn’t see. And don’t try to sneak out. Harlan’s men are posted outside and they’ll drag you back if I tell them to.

Shit, Bucky thinks. He cranes his neck to look out the bedroom window, and sure enough, there’s that Benoit guy standing sentinel at the curb, smoking a cigar and leaning against Bucky’s grandfather’s Rolls Royce. “Dammit.”

It can’t be good if the old man is here. Normally, Bucky only sees his “grandfather” when his mother’s trophy husband forces them to all go play family at the Thrombey mansion for Christmas or something. Bucky doesn’t know how much Harlan Thrombey is actually worth, but he knows it has to be a hell of a lot if it keeps Ransom Drysdale playing the devoted grandson act, year after year.

Bucky sighs and drops his phone onto the mattress, reaching over for the handcuff keys and wiggling his butt against Heather’s knot to try and gauge if maybe he can attempt a pull off at this point. He leans forward to undo the cuffs around her wrists.

Beneath the panties, she makes a questioning “Mmph?” sound.

Bucky twists his lips down at her. “You gotta go,” he grunts. “I’ve got a feeling that shit’s about to hit the fan.”

“Uhhn!” Steve squeezes hard as he comes—punishingly hard, trying to prevent his body from doing what it instinctively wants to do. It sort of works, his knot throbbing as it tries to swell and can’t, a dull pain that mixes with his orgasm and turns it into something sad and lacking, leaves his body wanting more. “Ugh, shit …”

For the most part he manages to contain the mess, but it’s been awhile, so there’s a lot. After it’s over he uses a tissue from his desk to mop up what he missed, scowling when he sees the stain that’s been left at the front of his slacks. “Goddammit.” He’d been planning to sleep in his office again tonight, but he only has a change of shirt and tie. Now he’s going to have to go back to the house to get fresh clothes. Can’t spend the day around a couple hundred omegas in cum-stained pants, after all.

Christ, he thinks acerbically. Can’t even jerk one off without something going wrong. He’s been avoiding home until Peggy leaves. Tomorrow’s Monday and she’s not due to leave until the evening. Steve really doesn’t want to run into her, because he’s had a good lawyer who’s done an excellent job at doing exactly what Steve pays him to do, which is keep as much of his savings as is possible firmly in his bank account until the conclusion of the divorce. Soon-to-be ex-wives aren’t very pleasant to be around when they aren’t getting your money, come to find out, and Steve’s been hoping that the next time he returns to his house will be when it’s empty. Now, because he can’t keep his hands off his dick for a day, that’s gone out the window.

The unsatisfying orgasm hardly seems worth it in retrospect. Steve’s knot never popped, so the skin is still plumped and sensitive like it’s expecting more action. He ignores it and pulls his underwear up with an unhappy grunt. Not like a man his age can get it up twice in one hour anyways. He does the best he can to blot out the stain on his pants, but they’re a lost cause. He zips the fly and does up the button.

The anguished moans of the omega who’s getting railed onscreen are still coming from his computer. Just minutes ago it’d sounded good enough to have Steve tipping over into orgasm. Now though, it’s almost abrasive to his ears.

“Oh god … Daddy, y-yeah … ff-fuck me, mmm … please please, ohgn—”

He shuts the laptop, the video’s sound cutting off immediately. It leaves him in the quiet dark, the only remaining light in the room coming from the antique banker’s lamp that he keeps on the desk. Its Emeralite shade casts a faint green glow over the leather desktop, and where normally that would feel very comforting, it just seems lonely now.

An intense wave of yearning comes over him, then, as he realizes his position: alone, shut up in his big, dark office and slumped in his desk chair, with nothing but his right hand and cum-stained pants, dick gone soft from an unsatisfying wank to porn of a random alpha doing exactly what Steve would like to be doing, which is giving it to some tender young omega who’s his.

God, he can just picture it when his eyes slip closed: pulling his omega close as they both collapse, Holding their small body down in a soft nest that smells like musk and sex and ownership, tugging his knot against the lock of a sweet and juicy cunt instead of his own hand.

Hell, if that were the case, he’d probably still be coming right now, he thinks grumpily. His dick would still be sheathed in all that warmth, knotted up snug in his omega’s perfect body, still being milked but winding down now from those first few exquisite minutes of a tied orgasm. He’d still be lying there with his omega, weighing them down with his bulk and scenting at their neck to keep drawing those quiet little coos and mewls of satisfaction from their lips …

“Ugh.” Steve groans and lets the fantasy go, opening his eyes back up to the lonely reality of his office. Soon his life will be emptier than it has been in over a decade—both here and back at the house. Though he supposes that’s really nobody’s fault but his own. Nobody forced him to marry Peggy, after all.

He was the one who’d gotten all sentimental and thrown caution to the wind, decided to try to make a go of it as an ambitious alpha power couple. And it had worked … until it hadn’t. For years, Peggy and he had done a great job with their work in setting up the school, turning it into the elite sort of institution where all the best families wanted to send their kids.

Problem is, Carter Academy isn’t any ordinary boarding school. It’s an elite reform school designed to serve omegas aged sixteen to twenty-four, its students all omegas on the verge of their prime breeding years, and Steve’s wants and needs had changed as he saw his thirties come and go. Come to find out, what he thought he could live with—and without—had shifted drastically over time.

Peggy is so many things: bossy and beautiful, British and brilliant, quick-witted and sharp-tongued; capable. All traits that make for an excellent business partner, but less so a romantic one. What hadn’t been a problem before became one, especially once Steve’s drive to reproduce really kicked in.

Alpha men are naturally geared to want certain things. Steve knows this. Hell, he bases his entire pedagogy on it with how the school is run, encouraging the students to cultivate the behaviors and skills that will best serve them in their biologically-driven search for a mate. For some silly reason, he’d just silently excused himself from these expectations, thinking he could make things work with Peggy despite the facts . Even now he really can’t explain it, and he finds it privately embarrassing to a certain extent, because he’s an educated guy who should’ve known better. (“Rules for thee, but not for me,” and all that.)

He’d maintained the delusion until he couldn’t anymore. Then his fortieth birthday had crept up, the final death knell to a failing marriage that’d been over for longer than either he or Peggy really wanted to admit. He’d told her he wanted a divorce less than two weeks after their fourteen-year anniversary. He’d cried. She hadn’t.

It’s been a few months since then, with Peggy in and out of the house as she absconds to her sister’s place in Newcastle for days at a time, only speaking to Steve when it’s absolutely necessary to negotiate the terms of their settlement. Steve never really knows when she’s going to be at the house or not, so he’s been camping out at the school as much as possible. It’s just poor planning that’s left him without any fresh clothes for tomorrow.

Sighing, he reaches for his phone so that he can shoot Peggy a quick message, warning her that he’s got to stop by that evening. I’ll be out of your hair in 20 mins, tops, he promises in his text. Her reply comes swiftly, curt and crisp just like she is.

📱Peggy [September 8, 2023 at 8:04 pm]: 👍 Let yourself in and lock up when you leave. I’ll keep to my room.

She means the master bedroom—what had, until a few months ago, been their bedroom. But those first days and weeks of the separation had been painful beyond all belief, and Steve’s been using the guest room ever since, getting up and heading out at the crack of dawn so that he doesn’t have to see her and she doesn’t have to see him. It’s better this way, he knows. Their marriage is over, and sitting around crying about it in the cottage they thought they’d grow old in together won’t do either of them any good. … Not that Peggy’s cried even once, since the split.

Deep down, Steve knows that the disaffected behavior is just her way of shielding herself from the hurt, her way of putting on a “stiff upper lip,” as the Brits like to say. Steve’s even tried to emulate her in that, but he’s always been the more sentimental between the two of them, and he really does believe that this whole process hurts him more.

Swallowing thickly, he starts to type out an unnecessary reply text to Peggy—something to the effect of how he just needs to grab a few clothing items—but he’s interrupted by the notification tone of an incoming email. He’s not particularly intent on getting to it right away, that is until the email’s preview flashes briefly at the top of his phone screen, bearing the name of a man with whom he hasn’t spoken in some time.

📧H. Thrombey: Admissions Request

Steve abandons his text to Peggy to pull up the email. Sure enough, there at the top of his inbox is a new message from none other than Harlan Thrombey: one of Carter Academy’s biggest supporters and most generous donors—as is attested to by the over 10,000 books gracing the shelves of the school’s H. P. Thrombey Library. Steve opens the email and reads it, eyebrows climbing his forehead the longer he goes on. He’s got no clue what he was expecting Harlan to be reaching out for, but it certainly wasn’t this.

The email is in regards to someone called “James Barnes.” Steve can’t be sure of the relation, but Harlan refers to the boy as his “grandson,” and he makes it quite clear what it is that he wants: for James to receive immediate admission into Carter Academy, and for him to be transferred there “as soon as humanly possible.”

Steve’s mouth forms a thoughtful moue as he reads through Harlan’s demands, and the reasons behind them. His grandson, he claims, desperately needs help—the sort of which Steve, amongst few others, is uniquely equipped to offer. The email’s attachments paint a pretty clear picture of just who James Barnes is.

He’s a model student, if his grades and the remarks of his teachers are anything to go by. He’s been attending his last year of high school and preparing to enter university. Academically he excels, but socially … not so much.

There’s an obvious pattern documented in the records, with multiple disciplinary infractions recounted over the span of several years, and details which reflect a concerning history of maladaptive behavior patterns. Everything from sexual promiscuity to physical altercations, to insubordination and experimentation with drugs and alcohol.

It’s concerning but not at all surprising to Steve. These are the sort of pseudo-dominant antics that he often sees in omegas coming in from the more lenient public school system, or from the sorts of ultra-liberal private colleges that these entitled rich kids’ parents tend to shove them into; places where they’re somehow coddled and neglected at the very same time, where they get it into their heads that they can be the same as any alpha, and they’re taught that not only do they not need anybody’s help, but that they should actively avoid it.

It’s utter bullshit, and gender confusion is the only possible outcome. These are behaviors that have to then be trained out of omegas; young men and women who’ve been fundamentally confused by the conflicting demands of what their minds and bodies need, versus what modern society tells them they should be happy with.

And as per usual, Steve’s being asked to clean up the mess. It’s not that he can’t. He’s very good at his job and happy to do it, but it does frustrate him to no end when it’s clearly a situation that could be avoided in the first place. Once again, an omega is paying the price for some pompous, overinflated academic's social equity agenda.

Steve reviews the report cards and the incident reports and the session notes from teachers and counselors who’ve simply pawned James Barnes off to others because they don’t know what to do with him. He’s unsurprised when the behavioral infractions seem to begin just after a series of notations mentioning an on and off relationship history with a “first alpha boyfriend” at age fourteen, followed by a breakup, followed by a devolving pattern of promiscuity.

Even on paper, it’s obvious where all the issues stem from. They’ve only escalated the longer James has gone without an alpha, though nobody at his old school is politically incorrect enough to make that connection directly. All these educators fucking around with their “progressive” methods, and when it ends in disaster and disfunction they just throw up their hands and blame the student.

Steve grits his teeth as he gets to James’ medical records and sees that there’s been an issue with cutting in the past. Tragically, this is something he encounters all too often in his neglected omega students. But is it really such a surprise? No alpha in the home, no stable heat partner, endless independence and indulgence given at school and socially. What the hell do people expect to happen to these poor kids?

Forcing omegas to live independent lives and to forgo mating and children, just so that they can “break glass ceilings” or whatever other bullshit goals are peddled onto them, is exactly what’s led to this epidemic of young adult omegas like Bucky being overwhelmed by stress and anxiety and cutting themselves up when they can’t deal with it. It burns Steve up, because it’s not even a matter of opinion. Science has proven it time and time again, with MRI studies of their brains showing that omegas are wired for pleasure, not reason. They can’t emotionally regulate like other people can because their nervous systems aren’t built the same. They’re fragile and need community and care, and just because it isn’t the “fashionable” thing to admit doesn’t make it any less true.

As Peggy always likes to say: facts “don’t give a fig” about your feelings. And the fact is that omegas need dominance in their lives. That used to be something people understood. Steve’s parents’ generation and Harlan Thrombey’s generation; they knew that omegas needed to be taken care of, and they’d had traditions set in place to protect them accordingly. A young omega like Bucky would’ve been placed under the care of an experienced omega matriarch once he hit puberty, and then given to an older alpha mate once he started having regular heats.

The fact that he hasn’t been, has led them here: to James dicking around with a bunch of idiot alphas his own age and self-medicating with pseudo-dominance, thinking it’ll bring him satisfaction. Steve’s seen the pattern time and time again: the classic case of relationship trauma, stemming from basic gender needs being ignored and aggravated by a selfish and immature alpha partner.

Unlike omegas, who sexually mature not long after menarche, alphas don’t reach their full potential until well into adulthood. This is exactly why they used to have arranged marriages back in the day. Used to be that people took care of omegas, gave them the sorts of lives where they could be healthy and thrive.

Now society tries to shove the poor things into grad school or foist them up the corporate ladder, convincing them to eschew monogamy and put off childbearing until it’s often too late. They’re told these things will make them happy, but all it winds up doing is overtaxing their minds and bodies to the point of dysfunction, and it’s a travesty.

Steve rubs his forehead wearily as he finishes reading through the reports. He’s tired, he realizes; tired of seeing these kids hurt. And seeing James’ pictures that are attached to the email only makes him more outraged on the boy’s behalf, because it gives him a face to put to the name.

James Barnes is a pretty young thing. At five-foot-seven and just shy of a buck fifty, his body is smooth and proportioned, with the softly fat-padded muscle definition characteristic of a young omega male entering his peak reproductive years. His cleft chin and head of charming dark curls enhance his boyish charm, while his soft jaw and pouty lips lend him an almost Botticelli-like quality. Steve finds himself staring longer than is strictly necessary, because every part of Bucky’s nude body is documented in the pictures of the medical reports.

He is, in Steve’s opinion, a classic example of male omega beauty. Even between his legs, he’s lovely. He’s hairless and small, with a tight little sac and sweet little cocklet that’s cute as a button when soft and just over three inches when erect. Really, Bucky very much engenders everything that an omega should be, and Steve can’t deny that he likes what he sees, especially once he feels his own body beginning to respond.

Despite coming only minutes ago, his cock is fattening up again in interest, pressing somewhat uncomfortably against the seam of his slacks. He reaches down to hurriedly adjust himself, then sets his phone aside. He opens his laptop back up, closes out the tab he’d had opened to PornHub, and navigates to his email account. He begins typing out a reply to Harlan’s inquiry.

Though it’s hardly that, is it? Thrombey isn’t playing coy. He knows exactly what a three million dollar yearly endowment gets him at a place like Carter Academy, and he isn’t asking here so much as he is telling; no doubt in his mind that Steve is going to take his grandson on as a student. Never one to mince words, Harlan has closed out his email with the blunt and concise farewell of,

📧“Help him get turned around, Rogers. Before he ruins himself entirely for marriage, and the Thrombey name with him.”

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soulstrums · 2 months

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hello all ! i'm nova (she/her) and i'm here today to finally bring you the quiet sweetheart that is lim sanghoon! he's a cursed one with the silent mission to prove not all darkspawn are bad. he's actually pretty quiet and shy, though don't mistake that for him being unconfident. born of a powerful sorcerer family and corrupted by the rot during his early 20s, he had become a revenant and wasted away due to a refusal to drink blood after coming to terms that he hated the after affect of consuming others memories, but what he hated more was the slow loss of his own. under the cut you will find a bit about his backstory && his personality. if you'd like to plot, give this post a like and i'll shoot you a dm!

. . . b a c k s t o r y .

he was born the year of the first blight, or so he recalls. he remembers being born to a family of powerful sorcerers, remembers that he was particularly gifted in his magic wielding.

but then then 25 years post-blight he had become corrupted by the rot and thus, had been forcefully turned into a creature he could never fathom being or wanting to be. he had become a revenant. a creature who lived off of blood consumption.

and if that wasn't bad enough, the consequences of satiating his hunger was having creatures memories forced into his head, replacing even his own memories that had started to become more and more faint over time. he was forgetting who he was, and where he came from.

and so, quiet bravely (or stupidly, depends who you ask) the young male had decided to stop consuming blood months later. this, in result, led to his health decaying and his being withering away until the abyss, who's rot had affected him, had re-claimed him.

he's not sure how long he was in darkness after that, doesn't remember how long he waited. until finally, a voice in a desperate plea had summoned him and he appeared before her. jang bomi was in horrible condition; clearly on deaths door.

the ritual had been rushed, his bonded was out of it, he himself, was panicked, confused and overwhelmed. by the time they drank each others blood she had collapsed unconscious. it was now up to him to take care of his new-found bond. sanghoon was now a dark one, complete with horns and a tail.

he had taken care of her, made sure her health got better. and he's been with her ever since; they'd moved and he started helping her take care of her little shop, and following his own passion of music in his free time.

. . . p e r s o n a l i t y .

sanghoon, while a sweetheart with a gentle smile, host a dark-side that shows in a more.. protective and possessive light. he will not hesitate to harm for the people he holds dear; particularly his bond.

a lover of all things art; be it music, painting, or pottery. he will happily explain that it's the reason he spends a lot of his time working at the dragon's hoard. he loves the atmosphere, and enjoys the reaction to his bonded's art. other than that, you'll quite often see him in the tavern singing his heart out.

naturally, he's pretty calm and laidback—able to go with the flow. but he's also quick to anger, especially if his dark-side is triggered. then you're just asking for brutal coldness, dominance and violence. just a tip; don't mess with his bond if you don't want to get burned.

as mentioned before, he can be pretty quiet and shy towards people. he much prefers to stick to himself within his little shell, but that doesn't mean he can't be playful and teasing.

on the contrary, due to being pretty young compared to other darkspawn who can live a really long time... sanghoon can be a little childish, and immature. it shows in how he'll get huffy, jealous over nothing and give an attitude like a petulant child when mad.

honestly, at this point he's just trying to live in some sort of peace by doing his best to keep the fact he's a cursed one hidden and posing as a normal, unspecial human.

. . . w a n t e d .

maybe give me someone who understands what sanghoon is going through? perhaps, another gentle darkspawn who is simply trying to keep to themselves.

maybe someone who knew him in his first life when he was a sorcerer?

people who are fans of his music

give me that opposite friendship; the bundle of sunshine with the cold, quiet one (sanghoon)

maybe someone that rubs him the wrong way or vice versa? i think an enemies plot could be fun; always trying to piss one another off for whatever reason.

#sn:intro #( this is super temporary #his pages will be done as soon as possible !#this is very basic to give an idea of him #tags to be added

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thygoddessouijathicc · 1 year

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The Cursed Lizard Dave Fic I have been wanting to make for awhile

(Disclaimer: Dave is a lizard man. Haha funni. I’m sorry for this. Truly.)

It was a normal ass day in Five Nights at Dayshift world, and Jack couldn’t wait to put on his iron maiden fursuit and entertain annoying childs.

This day was as per usual, ruined quickly.

Jack kicked down the door to the door to the Saferoom. “SomeBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS MACARONI SO I TOOK A BITE OUT OF A TREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Jack loudly sings.

Orange Man KICKS DOWN DOOR, What Happens Next Will SHOCK YOU!!!!!!!!!

Jack finds his “total BFF” hunched in the corner, and he gets a VERY bad feeling. He cautiously approaches the man, ready to dart at any moment.

He notices that Dave is eating live beetles out of a Let’s potato chip bag and proceeds to do a Wojak face. VINE BOOM

Jack starts to emit a sonic screech and explode.

Dave is canvas flipped to be facing his booooooyfriiiiiiiiend hahahahahahahahahahahahaahaahahaahhahahaa

“Why hello there, Old Sport.” Dave says entirely normally as he continues to eat bugs.

Jack continues to grossly sob and vibrate.

“Are you ok Old Sport?”

“B-BUG EATERRRRRRR!” Jack yells.

“Oh sorry ):” Dave says “Did you want some I’m sorry for not offering.”

“And why u eating bugs?” Jack says while doing the laughing while crying emoji face.

“Bugs r tasty Old Sport :D” Dave says while default dancing at Jack.

Jack t poses to assert dominance and Dave a poses in order to show his submissiveness and breedability OwO

“Nu bugs are gross >:(“ Jack replies.

“HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Dave said calmly.

“Baka it’s not like I like you or anything!” Jack says, as he reads the script given to him by the fandom. He stares at us all in utter disappointment.

“I agree Old Sport, but we’re not arguing about if nuclear power is sustainable, we’re arguing about bugs.”

“FUCK BEES!” Jack says. “Also stop being disgusting you disgusting man thing.”

“That’s LIZARDIST! >:0” Davey yells and starts crying because his boyfriend is lizardist.

“Lmao cope.”

“:(((((((((((((((((“

“Ok fine I’ll stop being lizardist. That is mean and I respect my friends. And so should you kids! Remember boundaries are important!”

“Ok thanks Jacky-Wacky UwU” Dave says as he crawls up and down the walls. Jack ragdolls.

“You being a lizard is pretty based NGL.”

“OHMYGODDDD THANK U >v<“ Dave explodes and rotates. “CAN YOOOOU HELP MEEEEE 🥺🥺🥺”

“With what you sexy lizard fecker.” Jack says, biting his lip pornographically.

“My skin is shedding but the stuff on my hand won’t come offfffffff 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺”

“Ok lol” Jack says, degloving Dave’s hand.

“Thank youuuuu Sportsyyyyyyyyyy” Dave says, as he hits the griddy.

“I want your lizard bussy ✌️😩” Jack says while flopping on the ground like a fish.

“UwU what’s this?” Dave says while the name of rom for you is death.

Davey eats a whole plate of spaghetti while vibrating.

Jack does a pirate jig.

Dave’s lizard frills flare up and he hisses.

What the fuck is going on here?

I’m the narrator and even I’m confused.

Dave glitches out and walks in the air for a minute.

“You know I’ve always been really into anthro lizards 🤪🤪🤪😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵🥴🥴🥴💩💩💩👅👅👅🧶🧶🧶” Jack says as h livesey walks towards Dave.

“Really UwU?” Dave says in return as he is pinned against a wall.

The troglodyte mating ritual is a strange one.

Suddenly, everything explodes and everyone died they lived happily ever after the end.

(Note: Accurate depiction of being in the lizard Dave cult.)

#dsaf #dsaf old sport #dsaf jack #dsaf dave #dsaf davetrap #davesport #Lizard Dave Cult #LizardDaveCult #shitpost #dayshift at freddy's

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Pro Palpatine propaganda: the scene from The Clone Wars where he comes to pay a visit to his former apprentice--https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7hBZNsPnyg&t=154s

Notable things about this video:

--He literally just waves his hand casually and both of the guards outside get Force Choked to death while he strolls away. It's also been demonstrated elsewhere in this show that he can Force Choke from lightyears away by holocomm.

--Maul is SCARED SHITLESS of him. Look at his stance when he ignites his lightsaber--that's a defensive Soresu stance (the kind Obi Wan uses). He's spent this whole arc trying to establish himself as a big bad Sith Lord all on his own, but the minute Palpatine enters the picture he's bowing the knee and trying to convince his "Master" (who left him to die and immediately replaced him) that he was doing all of this for him. He begs for mercy.

--"You have become a RIVAL!" That's what gets Palpatine's goat--that his former apprentice, an inferior Sith, would dare challenge his power. He knows that Maul realistically stands very little chance of stopping his plans for galactic domination--but he will not tolerate the impudence.

--He defeats Maul by flinging him around like a ragdoll.

--"Remember the first and only reality of the Sith: there can only be two. And you are no longer my apprentice. You have been replaced." Sidious basically raised Maul from infancy, and he doesn't give a shit about him. He was a useful tool, and then he wasn't needed anymore because Anakin entered the picture, so Palpatine left him in the junk to replace him with the shinier new model of apprentice. But he won't even give Maul the mercy of death--"Do not worry, I'm not going to kill you. I have other uses for you." First, Palpatine has to trick Maul into leading him to his mom so he can off Mother Talzin; then he's totally worthless and Palpatine is fine with leaving him to get Order 66'd.

--That fucker is laughing his ass off. He is grinning like a fucking birthday clown. Palpatine is having the time of his goddamn life because Maul and Savage are challenging enough that he's enjoying this fight, but helpless enough when he actually bothers to try that they pose no real threat to him. He could have killed them both with nothing but telekinesis, as the beginning and the end of the fight demonstrate--but if he's going to take some vacation days to commit a light spot of homicide, might as well make the most of them!

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#asks #character propaganda #web poll

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So, since BlackRustyThorn was taken out the tournament (and SalAmyCole's image was kinda bad), I made some SalAmyCole edits:

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Chilling in the Background:

(it took me way too much time to find a Nicole just standing and smiling)

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Tea Party:

(putting Nicole behind the table in Paint3D was hell, I swear to Goddess)

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ASSERT DOMINANCE!!!:

(sorry, I saw them three T-posing, I had to do it)

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Hope it helps!!

These are all excellent, thank you!! I'll definitely replace the current image with one of these for the next round :D

#Talking #such a good sport about these three winning too!

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geekygeckogeeks · 2 months

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Sooo i just watched the new trailer/ teaser, I know I’m a bit late by like 16 hours but in an around three minute video I ended up taking 79 screenshots.

(My storage hates me and I will end up deleting like half).

but anyway if anyone cares my favourite screenshots are under the cut :D

Me waking me Freind up at 3am to talk about my latest hyper fixation :)

Me at 5am explaining all the Intreacies of my hyper fixation to my freind :D

Wow he just yeets her.

Basically their entire relationship :)

T-Pose to assert dominance.

The fact she dodges it oh my god the amount of detail put in a single trailer.

My honest reaction when someone stumbles in on my unfinished work tbh.

Ladies and gentleman, her. So glad she got her well deserved dialogue :)

Andddd that’s all I can fit on this post, if I feel like it I’ll post the rest later :D

Byeeee

#God I’m definitely mentally ill for doing this aren’t I?#anyway I love the trailer and the new characters #plus the level of detail that goes into this trailer #can’t wait to see what the new episode will eventually be!!!!#and to draw the new chrome because I love them all #what do you think is the deal with the blue mannequin guy though?#aren’t they like the stand in things?#Anyway byeeeeee #the amazing digital circus

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... xD

K1-B0: Stop smiling like that, it's creepy!

Kokichi: :D

Alastor: >:D

K1-B0: *start to sweat*

Kokichi: >:>

Alastor: >:》

K1-B0: SOMEBODY HELP ME

Kiibo is crouched ontop of the fridge wailing in terror as Kokichi tries to get Alastor to t-pose explaining how its a modern day form of ridicule and mockery and total domination over an opponent

#ndrv3 #anon chaos #overlord ouma au

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Aight, what about Amir with a magician darling who loves to tease them? Like card tricks and pushing their hair behind his ear to get like the card as we stare their eyes and plant a chaste kiss on his lips and we ask "is this your card?" and winking god im down bad sorry amir is the owner of my head

Stoooop how do you guys keep having these amazing ideas?? Love it! Like that´s just so creative so I had to write some more for this! Not me trying to look up magic tricks for this knsflwa

Also yes, good! Amir would love to hear that he has just as much of an effect on you as you do on him💕

tw yandere ( barely noticeable), implied slightly suggestive themes at the end? just to be sure

Amir with a magician darling who loves to tease them while performing tricks

When you first tell them that you can do magic tricks they´re so impressed! Of course his darling could do all of these amazing things!

Oh, you want to show him some of them? They´d be so happy to watch you do your thing!

Is very glad when you offer a private show. Obviously you´re talented enough that large audiences should watch your magnificence and pay you the money that you´re no doubt worth, but it kind of eases Amir´s mind that at least for now, he´s the only one that can admire you and that he doesn´t have to be wary of any competition

You first do the classic trick of showing them a spread of playing cards and letting them pick a card

Honestly almost blurts out what card they picked because they´re just so giddy the entire time and it´s very embarassing for them skjfslkjbf

Naturally, they picked the ace of hearts because you´re the ace of his heart <3

Nearly gets a heart attack when you get so close to them and gently stroke his cheek with your dominant hand, they fear that you might be able to hear just how loudly his heart is thumping just because of the close proximity and your gentle touch

Then you lean even closer and suddenly your breath is ghosting over the shell of his ear and Amir is shivering from the intensity of the situation. Then you raise your hand behind their ear and pull out the card out of thin air

Amir is just about ready to praise your for your talents when you do something completely unexpected: You glance at him with a teasing smile on your face and then press the up-face card against your lips, leaving a red stain of lipstick on it. Then, with an even bigger grin, you now press the same side of the card you kissed against Amir´s lips, letting his lips grow slightly red too from the leftovers of your lipsticks and his cheeks even more so

Was that??? an indirect kiss??? Sorry, Amir needs a moment to process that for a bit as their mind reels from that fact alone. That is.. your lipstick on his lips.. Oh he´s never going to wash his lips again, he wants this feeling to last forever!

His dazed look is so adorable to look at honestly

What if your magic tricks slowly start to change as your relationship evolve?

Maybe you´re doing one of these tricks where the magician changes their appearance within seconds behind a curtain in front of their audience?

And everything is normal, you go behind the curtain in the outfit you wear for your shows, there´s a bit of rustling of fabric and then after barely a few seconds the curtain falls to the ground and you´re just standing there, striking a pose in his outit.

You´re wearing Amir´s clothes in front of an audience of many viewers, all applauding and watching you in awe. They don´t know the significance of these clothes but Amir is just sitting there in the audience with flushes cheeks as your eyes lock with him as you send him a cheeky little wink.

Just..absolutely floored that you´re so bold, that you´re showing the entire world that he´s yours while everyone else gets on with their day

Basically this meme:

Anyway yes, very much approves

Okay but what if you actually proposed to Amir with a magic trick? Like just imagine you holding out your magic hat, speaking some sort of magic incantation as you wave around your little wand before knocking against the side of the hat a few times for good messure

Then, explaining that you´re going to make something appear in the hat with magic and that you´ll pull it out to show them, you reach into the hat and clasp something in your hand.

It doesn´t look to be a bunny or anything of that sort because your entire hand can easily wrap around whatever you just pulled out of the hat

You tell Amir that you´ll show him what you have and then you just- get down on your knees and open up your hand to show him an engagement ring

Amir starts crying, you start crying, everyone is crying as he basically glomps at you (he´s gotten a bit more confident in the years that you´ve been in a relationship together and he´s also just overcome with emotions at the moment)

Will say yes literally a thousand times and just can´t stop shaking and kisses you so sweetly and just

Yeah 💕 💕 💕

After the wedding you´re like: “Hold up, one final trick” and link both of your hands with handcuffs, telling him that you´re going to show him this cool new escape-trick

You barely tug at the handcuff for a few seconds before you turn to Amir with a smile

“Welp, haven´t really practised this trick much. Guess we´re just stuck now, dearie me!”, you exlaim with fake shock before smirking at him and wagging your eyebrows

Amir doesn´t really seem to mind that you´re stuck with each other now ^^

#oc #oc: amir #yandere oc #yandere x reader #amir x reader #oc x reader #yandere amir x reader #yandere #cw yandere #yandere x you #gn reader

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Doodle dump from the past few months!

[Image: seven doodles of various D&D characters, most of them mine.

1) Solace, a drow bard with fluffy hair that covers his face, sat on the ground and wearing a conical dunce hat. He is surrounded by various arrows all pointing to him with the label “this guy!” 2) An edit of the fuck go back meme. The first drawing is of Mitchell, a drow wizard, and @leidensygdom’s Urion, a drow-genasi bard. A finger presses a button on the keyboard labelled “awww baby”. The next drawing is of Solace and the Onirist (also LS’s). The finger presses the button again, now labelled “fuck go back”. 3) Freefall, @jupitisms’ tiefling blood hunter, in a tight embrace by a wide-eyed Effie (a changeling fighter in guise as a tiefling), both teetering over the edge of a cliff and both being ultimately held back from falling by Daphne, @nightfirexd’s tiefling ranger. 4) Mitchell and Effie’s floating heads, with a lit torch being passed from the former to the latter. There is text around them that says “Spiritual successor / long white hair & autism voice”. This is true. 5) A drawing of three drow tethered together with a rope in marching order: @bardcharms’ ranger Dax at the front of the line on the right, @eve-stirwin’s rogue Quiche in the middle, and my warlock Cato bringing up the rear. Above them is the text “keep all arms and legs inside of the party at all times!” 6) Alva, a tiny person with very long hair, looks up in absolute awe and adoration (heart-eyes and all) at the Empress, a much, much taller, vague and elegant figure. (Alva has since begun referring to her as her girlfriend, though hasn’t mentioned anything about it to the Empress herself.) 7) A short comic in grayscale. @jupitisms’ Nimbus, a tiefling druid with curly hair and branches sprouting from her horns, holds up Opportunity (a wood elf wearing a magpie-skull mask, with bad vibes emanating off him in black scribbles) like a cat, with a pleading face, saying “babe please can we keep him”. Providence, her girlfriend and his nemesis, stands imposingly with glowing eyes and the moon behind her, and answers (in distorted, glowing capital letters) “he is a scourge on benevolence”. Nimbus’ eyes grow wider and sadder, and she adds desperately, “…and a baby”. 8) Heaven Le Scourge, a tiefling, lying on a bed and talking animatedly into a rotary phone in much the manner of a stereotypical teenage girl in an 80s movie. She has rollers in her hair and there’s a magazine lying open next to her. (Though not shown, she’s on call with @leidensygdom’s Solaralith, discussing their diabolical acts of cruelty and plans for world domination together.) 9) An addendum to the one above, showing Crocus (Heaven’s bodyguard, a drow-tiefling blood hunter) t-posing in a dress, with text above indicating that she has been “dressed up to play poison tea party”.

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Okay so this is specifically made for @crimsonicarus :D

Ya all can ignore it if u want, this is just a translation of my WhatsApp stickers to her and other foreign Croatia NT fans!

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So basically this sticker with Luka and Livi means: may the mother kiss you

The one with Perisic kissing Livi means: may the father kiss you

Sime: you can't

Rebic: is it?

Livi: God give me streinght

Strinic slapping Messi: get out of here

Livi: YAAAAYYY MISKO (I can't translate misko 😭)

Livi: why not?

Suba: come at me

Livi carrying Suba: well bye

Suba: I don't want to hear a word from you anymore

Livi ball mode on: good night

Pink Kalinic: don't make fun of me

Mandzo: gimme a kiss

Luka with bronze medal: well done my brother!

Livi lying on the floor: wake me up when this hell ends

Josko: serves you right

Luka with pyro: it's actually a Croatian song and idk how to translate songs 😭

Josko with his arms open: HUGGGGGG

Majer hugging Orsic: may the brother hug you

Krama is screaming ALE ALE

Angry Mandzo: what did you say-

Grbic carrying Budimir: opa cupa two of us together

Sime lying on the Croatian flag: undescribable!

Pasalic stuck in the net: I'm a little stuck

Sosa: #borntoparty

Sad Livi: I want to laugh, but I also want to cry at the same time

Majer and the ball: I will crush you like a roach

Livaja making an :0 face: well good morning to you (context: you finally understood it)

Rebic: no Rebic no party

Gvardiol and another guy (idk sadly who he is) giving each other a high five: high five!

Brozo with pyro and sunglasses: Happy Birthday my bro!

Josko from Sparta: fight for your people! (famous sayings from Croatian fans)

Rakitic with open arms: thanks God!

Majer walking around: I turned out to be a dude because my name is Majer (eh it rhymes in Croatian but not in English)

Pasalic jumping on Livi: I feel super like super Mario Pasalic

The 3 guys: don't sit on the ball, it will become like an egg

Deki sitting on the chair: here I am chilling

Vida screaming: LET'S GOOOOOOOO

Livi pushing the Frenchie: come on wake up!

Livi in yellow jersey: don't

Livi lying on the floor: you sleep like an old cat

Sime on the phone: I am a bit busy

Alvarez fouling Livi: GIMME GIMME

Livi with prezents: Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and good night

Angry Kova: I am a bit angry

Josko flying: Josko Gvardiol comes into save in last minute

Livi holding ball: positive made-up version of don't

Vida and the squad at the bus: another Croatian song

Heart on fire: another Cro song (heart made of fire)

Rakitic clapping: I am taking off my hat (I am very proud of you)

Kalinic lying on the floor: may god help me...

Deki waving: hello bro

Luka: I am sending you kisses!

Livi: finally break time!

Rog: *judges you in Croatian*

Livi eating chips: do not disturb me I have some other job to do (eating chips)

Sad Luka: I am a bit disappointed

Majer: well, catch up

Brozo: call me

Another dude that I don't remember his name: really?

Livi: PISS OFF! (like get tf outta here)

Deki and Sime: morning coffee

Sime: I LIKE (but us Croatians write it as AJ LAJK)

Livi lying on the grass again: school is killing me

Livi T-posing: domination

Deki grabbing Luka by his hair: where are u going?

Juranovic: Ew!

Rakitic with Domacica: do you want a Domacica?

Angry/sad Livi: WHYYYYYYY!?

Bored Livi: I'm bored bro

Livi rolling around: prepare me a burial

Livi and Rog posing together: chilly

Livi with his arms spread out: here comes the plane

Livi carrying his suitcase: don't disturb me I'ž going on vacation

Again Livi pointing at something: BULL'S EYE!

AND AGAIN LIVI: Happy Easter!

Livi holding a sign: burry me

Pink Livi: official pain

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Okay so I hope I managed to clear things out for u all, so if you want more translating you can ask me ofc! <3

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cmuenvs3000w23 · 1 year

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Risk vs. Reward (Unit 03)

My current working "definition" of privilege resembles that of the one provided by Gallavan (2005). Privilege to me, is an unearned advantage provided to an individual that inequitably tips the scale of success in favour of those who are baselessly associated with superiority, dominance, and power.

With that being said, I am going to "unpack my invisible backpack" as explained by Gallavan (2005) as a means of self reflection and acknowledgement of my privilege. By doing so, I aim to connect further with my audience by opening the conversation (regardless of similarity), and provide to me as a nature interpreter the chance to understand and experience the setting from a different perspective (Beck et al., 2018).

My backpack: I am a straight white male, middle class, highly educated, speak both English and French, able to pay for university, played multiple competitive sports outside of school, possess a Canadian passport and have travelled outside of the country, and even though I do not practice under any religious affiliation; work and school schedules reflect my observed holidays.

If you feel comfortable doing so, I would love to hear about your life and unpack our backpacks together further in the comments!

Pertaining to risk and reward in relation to this section, this unit raised multiple forms of associated risk in both physical and situational risk in pursuit of the rewards of strong interpretation and communicating to diverse audiences (Beck et al., 2018). Physical risk as exemplified by the St. Johns School: Tragedy in Temiskaming, is an important category to cover as both the terrain, weather, audience and wildlife can all pose physical risk to you and your audience while interpreting. The situational risks associated pose a different kind of risk, where as the interpreter your audience can become polarized by the lack of connectivity for numerous reasons under the spectrum of privilege or something as simple as your attitude towards the job. Both of these associated risks that a role as an interpreter faces promote the use of the precautionary principle, where the most valuable approach you can take in risk management is to provide your audience prudent information and action in response to uncertain interactions.

Activity: Using the precautionary principle, what risk would you advise your travelling group to be wary of from this picture alone?

References

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage: For A Better World. SAGAMORE Publishing.

Gallavan, Nancy P. "Helping teachers unpack their 'invisible knapsacks'." Multicultural Education, vol. 13, no. 1, fall 2005, p. 36. Gale Academic OneFile, link.gale.com/apps/doc/A137921591/AONE?u=guel77241&sid=bookmark-AONE&xid=9fe2f151. Accessed 27 Jan. 2023.

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Hi! :D how are u doing today? Did u had enough water? How is ur day going? Mine is going chaotic- I came back from the doctor, my ear ended up being infected, but I feel much better now! I went with some friends and after we received my medicines we went to eat McDonald's. Right now I'm watching horror movies, I'm already feeling much better and I'm very happy because the pain calmed down. Send me luck to recover quickly and to have no more health problems

Ty again for ur posts, they are really making my day a little bit better<3

Also- i had another weird dream about slashers, i think it was about me hiding from the sinclair brothers in my own house because it seemed that they entered there for some reason, I don't know the reason 😭 and at one point everything started to levitate and I started doing the t-pose while Lester and Bo shouted in horror (I don't know where Vincent went) and well- it was rly funny, really short tho, i remember waking up confused thinking that the dream was actually real

Well, i hope that u are having a good day, taking care of urself and drinking enough water

HI MY LOVE, IM DOING GREAT THANKS FOR ASKING.

Bro I love when I get this type of messages of my beloved gremlins ranting about their day CAUSE YOU ALL HAVE SUCH INTERESTING LIVES OMG.

BTW I'm happy to hear your ear got better, you have to be careful with that stuff bruv. Rest and take care of it very well okay? Try not to stay in places where there's too much noise ecc cause it might hurt you

Eating McDonald's after the doctor is always 10/10

THANK YOU FOR BEING SO NICE BTW (I'm answering this part by part lol)

Damn, you really said "enough with being traumatise, I'm traumatising bitches back" with the t pose to assert dominance. LIKE IT'S SO CHAOTIC THE WHOLE THING BUT I LOVE IT

I HOPE YOU'RE DOING GREAT AND ONCE AGAIN TRY TO REST AND DON'T PUSH YOURSELF TOO MUCH

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Distribution Channels: Reaching Your Target Audience in the Leukemia Therapeutics Market

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Emerging Trends and Opportunities:

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