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slashmagpie · 1 year

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can i get a echoes! etho and skizz interaction mayhaps pretty please with an etho on top

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When Skizz is young, his father dies.

This is one of the first things he remembers, one of the first things he remembers about himself: his father is dead, and his grandfather with him, and this heavy ugly feeling in his chest is what the adults call grief. They move away, after that, he and his mother and his grandmother, and Skizz’s childhood home fades from his memories, along with his father’s face and the raw grief inside his chest.

He’s young, after all, and nothing lingers quite as it should when you’re young.

And Skizz always knows that he’s different, always feels out of place at school and in the streets. His father is dead, after all, and his family doesn’t have the money others do, and that’s enough to set him apart from the other kids with their two parents and siblings and white picket fences. Sometimes he resents that, in the way little kids do, it’s not fair and why can’t I have what they do? He stops voicing those thoughts before long, though, because it makes his mother sad, and Skizz understands that sad is bad, even if he doesn’t understand much else.

And then, one day in the sun-washed haze of his adolescence, his mother and grandmother sit him down and tell him what really sets him apart from everyone else.

And, well, it’s not everyday you learn you have a secret origin story, so Skizz is maybe a little more excited about it than he should be.

Skizz has felt different his whole life, and every label he’s ever had for that difference—fatherless, poor—has felt like a thorn to the chest. One-quarter Enderian sounds cool and mysterious and like something worth being proud of, rather than ashamed of.

And then one day, years later, he fully grasps the meaning of the word genocide, and the sadness that had coloured his early memories begins to make a lot more sense.

But Skizz doesn’t like feeling sad. He doesn’t like it when other people are sad. That’s why he does the things he does, acting like a total goofball, trying to eke a smile out of the people around him. He likes it when they laugh.

The first—well, second, really, but Skizz doesn’t remember the first—the first time Skizz meets Madafellionetho, he makes the man cry.

He doesn’t do anything to make Etho cry. He just kind of exists, and that alone is enough to bring Etho to tears, and then Skizz is panicking trying to comfort a guy he barely knows, all because Etho can hear that odd humming that Skizz didn’t realise was part of his tragic origin story superpowers.

(He’s beginning to realise he doesn't really know a lot about his tragic origin story superpowers.)

And Etho is… sad. Even after he stops crying, even after the game is over, even when Skizz invites him to his solo world to hang out—Etho wears his sadness like a second skin. Skizz has never seen him without it. And as Etho teaches Skizz how to pronounce his own name, and attempts to explain that the humming had once been a symphony, and reveals to him what endermen really are, well. That sadness settles into Skizz’s chest, sinks like a stone.

(Turns out having a tragic origin story is less cool and more tragic, who would have guessed.)

So Skizz makes it his mission to make Etho laugh. Really laugh, not the quiet snickers he lets out on a regular basis. So Skizz makes a fool of himself, fools himself with not-so-clever wordplay, is snide and ironic and silly, and one day, out on the shores of a lake, the sun streaming down through grey clouds above, he manages it.

Etho snickers, then snorts, and then the next thing Skizz knows is on his knees, gasping for breath, tears streaming down his face as his shoulders shake with laughter. And then Skizz is laughing, too, and the tightness in his chest eases, and the sadness slips from Etho’s shoulders just a little bit, and the humming begins to sound, just for a moment, a little bit like the music Etho tells him about.

And between breathless laughter Skizz feels, for the first time, what it feels like to not be out of place for once.

#magpie feather quill #no dialogue this time it wasn't working out #i would have included the joke but my brain is too fried to be funny rn #hope you enjoyed it anyway <3 #(man people who don't read echoes are gonna be. so confused with this one.)#hermitcraft

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serendipitous-posts · 3 years

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I love your white enderman Etho AU. Do you have any head canons?

Yes I do!

He can teleport (duh)

He's not the biggest fan of eye contact

His mouth looks like an enderman's, which is why he wears a mask (his headband can't hide it)

He's very fluffy, with a tail n' stuff

I headcanon white endermen are specifically built to withstand cooler temperatures, so they're fluffy and really like the ice and snow

I also headcanon that endermen just . . bend really easily? It's like their boneless and Etho Has That and it is Horrifying watching him bend into all sorts of shapes

He makes these little garbled purrs when he's happy!

Silk touch hands babey!

Definitively, absolutely turned up outside Area 77 to scare Scar and Doc

*Head in hands* O-Oh my god, Etho's the alien that Scar captured in the jungle! Scar was just like beef? and Etho was never gonna pass up free food

Scar, upon catching a glimpse of the 'snowman': that's my alien friend :D Xisuma, who has not been keeping up with that: your what now??

Okay so; Etho's headband is damaged in the aftermath of the Jungle, and it takes ages to fix, because he has to resow the sigils in by hand and they are tiny

Add that into the fact that he's spent the better part of a year being taken over by a jungle, he's jumpy. So he starts showing his true form more and more, both out of necessity and comfort

Xisuma thinks Etho is a hacker, and wants him gone, but for some reason can't find any other player being listed. hmm. . . . .

Scar and Doc both want to put Etho into Area 77

I think the person who would first figure it out would be Rendog, since he's a werewolf, and knows transformations plus, yknow

Ren: Hey Etho why do you smell like the snowman

Etho, nervous: Uhh. He came over for pets

Since Xisuma is a voidwalker and Etho is an enderman, aka from the void, Xisuma sometimes feels weird around him. Not bad. . . just weird

Grian would be the most enthusiastic about catching him-that man does not know when to let things go. He is one of the first to join the cryptid hunters club. But the snowman keeps evading them! Clearly they need better traps! And who better to ask for help than the redstone pioneer himself?

#ethoslab #hermitcraft #white endermen etho #goodtimeswithscar #docm77 #nho #xisumavoid #xisuma #rendog #grian

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starstruckgodarchive · 3 years

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there's so many headcanons bouncing in my head here we go

- iskall, niki, ranboo, purpled, and etho were all born in the end.

- iskall is one of the children of the dragon, making him the prince of the end. he is unaware of his origins and instead lives in the overworld. the only time he realizes it was at age 14 when his wings and scales started growing.

- ranboo traveled between the neather and end, given he is half ghast. he is hidden by his father due to being "a bad half monster" since he is a mix between two monsters instead of the normal human monster combo.

- niki and purpled grew up in the end and played around in end cities a lot. they never learned of ranboo until they were already teenagers.

- etho was born in a generation of green eyed endermen, before the ender dragon took over the land. he was also the first of the end gang to meet humans and was the first to leave "the rotten hell"

- bad, sapnap, tommy, techno, punz, jack, ponk, tango, and false were all born in the neather.

- bad is a high ranking demon, making his skin pitch black and his eyes and mouth an angelic white color. he is as old as the earth and was made the overhead manager of a project known as "Blocks". he left the neather as soon as possible, wanting to get out and meet humans.

- sapnap was the son of a lower ranking demon woman and a human man. he was born in the lava and is resistant to it's effects. he was given to bad because his mother felt she was a bad mother and his father was 6 feet under.

- tommy is like sapnap, the son of a high ranking demon man and a human woman. he was lucky enough however, to be born in the overworld however he had frequent visits to the neather until the death of his parents by a orphaned teenaged piglin. phil found his crying and looking for his parents in a neather fortress.

- techno was the son of a piglin village elder and a human man. the village was nearly eradicated by a diseases, thus making techno an orphan. phil found him close by the nether fortress where tommy was. too not be turned into a zombie like his family, techno drinks to blood of the son of the blood god (phil) although just a drop of too does just fine.

- punz & ponk are both half blazes. they frequently stayed on the fortress alongside another friend, jack. jack was a half ghast, although he was very small for one. they grew apart as the times went by and now they don't seem to know each other that well now.

- tango is a lower ranking demon. most of him is similar to a human other than the ears, eyes, and teeth. like most demons, he is very tall being at least 8'9.

- false, like jack, is a half ghast. although, she stayed in the overworld. she rarely displays ghast like traits because of the overworld however her hair seems to have white streaks like most half ghasts.

that is all. thank you :)

#headcanons #hc x dsmp #brianna speaks!#i'm not going to tag people because i don't want to crosstag :)#sorry if some of them are lack luster i haven't written in a long time :/

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archetypal-archivist · 3 years

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Sky’s Limit- Hermitcraft- Worldbuilding

Heyo! This was the product of a plot bunny I got while watching the newest animated music video by Porter Robinson, and it features pretty much all the hermits. Long into the distant future, there is a city of gleaming white and technological marvels. Electricity is entirely clean, its people are always happy, and life- as it has always done- goes on. However, for all it seems like a utopia, there is one facet that may seem out of place. The city is truly, utterly silent. Sure, there are voices and happy chatter, laughter on street corners and children running in the streets. But there is no hum, no electric buzz that most crafters of the past would have been familiar with. There is no redstone. For indeed, the red dust is entirely illegal and those who work with it are relegated to the city’s dark underbelly. And not all of them are happy to be there. It is in this city, the city of Sky’s Limit, that I have dropped our hermits. Time will tell what happens next.

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A story in which the world has been… purified. Think skyblock, portrayed as a world of natural wonder, soft angles and high rises that scrape the clouds above, all in shimmering shades of pearlescent white. The only noise is the rushing of the wind through the grass far, far below and the distant echo of passing conversation and laughter. There are no cars, no chatter of coms, no hissing creepers or vroomping, thieving endermen. Just peace. And sometimes, if you listen carefully enough, the flapping of wings as the most blessed of the city’s inhabitants fly overhead, the celebrity darlings and envy of everyone below. For some of the hermits, life is good. Bdubs, Xisuma, Grian, and Jevin are all upper nobility. Xisuma and Grian are some of the lucky few with wings (bee and bird respectively for X and G), while Jevin is blessed simply for being sky blue and transparent- and a being so like the sky must surely be worthy of high ranking. Surely. Xisuma is an administrator of the city, one of those who keep track of the nitty-gritty bits, like how much food each sector goes through a month, the efficiency of the watering systems in the fields, etc. Grian is just a straight up celebrity darling, beloved by the people for his pranks and personality. Late at night, he runs a TV talk show. Jevin has a seat on the city governance, one of thirteen “elected” chancellors. Bdubs is another chancellor, low-key the one in charge, as it was his idea to create a city of white, one that ran on clean energy and lawfulness, who drew up the first blueprint and built much of the city himself. It’s said that there’s no corner of it he isn’t aware of, no part that he didn’t have a hand in designing. While this isn’t quite the case, one thing is certain- BDubs certainly has “designs” and they are very grand indeed. After these hermits fall the ones who are upper to middle class. Stress is a well-trusted doctor in the city’s finest hospital. She believes in the system that saved her life so long ago with all her heart and does her best to keep the city and its people running as best as they possibly can. Compassion and lawful goodness fall into the same boat for Stress, which can sometimes end poorly for criminals who go to her for medical care, thinking that surely a doctor as kind as Stress would never turn away someone, even if they have broken the law. What they forget is that becoming a doctor takes a spine of steel, and Stress has gone one step above the rest- she has a spine of chrome, and she will do what she must to keep her city running strong. (Incidentally, that chrome spine of hers? Not hyperbole, an “accident” at 6 made sure of that.) Vintagebeef runs a butcher shop and is mid to low ranking. He serves the best sandwiches in the city, as attested to by his best customers, Rendog and Falsesymmetry. Rendog is a happy go lucky reporter who spends equal time chasing skirts as he does chasing his next scoop. False is a beat cop, one of the best, and she’s gone viral at least once for dumping criminals who think that just because she's a girl that means she can’t fight. She’s particularly embarrassed (and a bit proud) of the video of her literally picking up a criminal and dumping him the nearest trash chute. Welsknight, the unfortunate garbage man, was quite unhappy to have to remove the criminal from the chute, as for all of False’s strength, she wasn’t quite strong enough to pry the man loose again. He now low-key follows False around to clean up all of her messes as while the media at large is quite fond of her feats, the local infrastructure isn’t. Somehow, he always ends up at the right place at the right time. Scar is a bit down on his luck, but overall is doing pretty well for himself. He’s one of the architects for the city, was in fact famous for a time for creating a specific style of sheer white skyscraper that allowed for more solar panels to be placed along its side. However, 2 years later and people are starting to realize that for some reason, his buildings aren’t as efficient as they ought to be and his designs have since fallen out of favor. Rendog had taken great joy running his name through the muck, unfortunately, as a man’s got to eat and for all the Scar is a nice guy, a renowned architect falling from grace makes for quite the scoop. The two don’t like each other much, but they’ve actually seen each other’s faces. Anyway, Scar has been living off of his savings, hoping that someone up top would care enough about him to fix the issue and find out what went wrong. After 2 years of nothing, however, he has realized that if he ever wants to figure out the mystery of his buildings’ lack of efficiency, he’ll need to find out himself. Little does he know, Keralis, the architect that replaced him, has been doing quite well for himself and the last thing he wants is to lose his position to the guy he had replaced. While a generally nice guy, Keralis has had a taste of the high life and now there’s no going back. He knows what Scar is up to, and is quite… invested in keeping the status quo. No. Matter. What. Joe Hills runs a bookstore. A completely normal bookstore. Yes, really officer, I promise. Just like how XB, his best friend and right hand man, employee of the month, every month, is entirely average in every way and has never done anything wrong in his life, ever. There is one more among the hermits who has wings- Etho. Or rather, had. Etho had his wings cut off for undisclosed crimes against the city and now works in a toy shop on the outskirts of town. He’s thoroughly mysterious and always looks tired, but his toys and trinkets business does surprisingly well and he always seems happy, behind that mask of his. The only hint that this isn’t quite the case is the tightness around his eyes. A secret? When they told him that the pain would never stop, that awful night when they burnt his wings off? He didn’t believe them. (Oh god, the way it smelled.) He really, really should have.

You’ve heard about the shining white walls, the perfect healthcare, the love the people hold for the city and the rigor with which they defend it. The quiet, the peace, the wonderful golden silence found in its streets and reflecting from its windows. Even the light seems quieter there. If you’re smart, you may have picked up that something isn’t quite right with the city, that 2/3s of our cast seems to be missing. You’d be right, almost. Mumbo, Cub. Cleo? They aren’t missing- they’re hiding. And they have very good reason to do so.

The city’s name is Sky’s Limit, and it is built on a foundation of marble and hard, cold law. It is a city of white… and black. And lurking in its shadows are all those that do not belong, those whose colors do not fit, those who can’t afford the brilliant marble towers or the plastic smiles popularized by the rich and famous. It is a city choked into silence by its secrets and one thing it cannot abide is the humming electric whine of redstone. And those who practice it are criminals in the eyes of the law, to be persecuted to its fullest extent and often, even beyond. Even to the grave, if needs must or the council orders such. And BDubs is so very, very fond of his restful, quiet beauty sleep. Not everyone agrees with these laws however, and brewing in the black, sunless shadows of the city’s underbelly are those determined to see the city shine red. Zedaph is the closest to legal of the underground hermits- he has to be when he has two more mouths to feed, Tango and Impulse. Although the latter two are redstone geniuses and do well in making food stretch and and make their ramshackle rented apartment livable, it is Zedaph alone who fake any marketable skills. While Impulse and Tango do their best to keep the lights on and use redstone wiring to steal power from the city’s solar- and wind-powered electrical grid, Zedaph peddles the doodads and toys he makes to the poorest children of the city. Many of them still contain some measure of redstone, as it's nigh-impossible to ignore its thrumming call entirely if you are born to do the stuff, but his target audience is usually too young, too uneducated, and too scared of the law to recognize it or say anything about it. And if a bit of redstone Impulse or Tango put together can help someone make it another day, and Zedaph can make it look passably legal? Well, some of the poorest housewives and mothers can look the other way The trio are happy together, but making ends meet is hard and with summer coming, resources are soon to be harder to get than ever. (A city of light and pure white? Things start to heat up fast, and water becomes more precious than ever. And with summer coming, it means less water gathering in puddles and drain pipes in the city, and thus less water for the underground redstoners and hybrids to tap into.) Little does Zedaph know, however, he’s caught the attention of another toymaker in the city. In addition to this, Tango is getting restless, frustrated with the trio’s lot in life. Even under normal circumstances he can’t sit still, and being cooped up inside all the time because his glowing red eyes give him away as being both a hybrid and really in tune with redstone? It sucks. A lot. Impulse tries to keep his buddy distracted, but there’s only so much he can do, and now, Tango has been disappearing at odd hours, frequently when he and Zedaph are trying to sleep, and coming back with an odd look in his eyes. Just a few days ago he had found the remains of a charred pamphlet in their dumpster out back. Something is coming to head, and Impulse isn’t sure he’s going to like the outcome. Not that he’d ever mention the mounting tension to Zedaph, of course. His buddy has enough to worry about. ZombieCleo… runs a speakeasy/burlesque show underneath Joe’s bookstore. She has his full approval of course, and they’re fast friends under the merits of he’s one of the only decent men she’s ever met. It helps that he’s hardcore aro-ace and has no interest in her or her girls. Cleo, being a zombie hybrid, knows all too well about the tough life being a hybrid is and how it can make people turn to awful things just to make ends meet. She knows that doing sex work is the last thing her girls want to be doing, not that they have a choice, and she does her best to do right by them. She protects her workers viciously, and if any of her patrons try to treat her girls too roughly, or try to skip out on payment? Well, being a hybrid comes with a few perks and a nice pair of teeth and nails is all part of the package. Coincidentally, Joe is awfully good at hiding a body. Doc is perhaps the most down on his luck of the hermits. As both a redstoner and an obvious hybrid, he can’t find work, he can’t find anyone willing to rent to him, he can barely even find food enough to eat. He’s resorted to petty theft and squatting, and if it wasn’t for his ruthless determination that this city would not be the death of him, he would have laid down and given up long ago. Not even the occasional rendezvous with the local garbage cans is enough to deter him (courtesy of the local beat cop. That woman has no right to be as strong as she is). It’s on one such day, trying to pry himself out of yet another trashcan far too small for him, that Doc finally gets his lucky break. The old man to whom the trashcan belongs to comes out, hoping to dispose of his waste for evening, and instead finds the creeper hybrid there, cursing up a storm and angry enough to kill. The sight would almost be threatening to TFC if, you know, he hadn’t seen worse and the hybrid in question looked like he hadn’t had a good meal for years. TFC invites Doc inside after helping to pry him loose, and Doc, while suspicious, accepts. TFC low key makes Doc move in with him and treats the man well, seeing as the poor hybrid reacts to every little thing as if he had never seen kindness. TFC also begins to tell stories to Doc about the time before the city was built, before redstone was outlawed and hybrids were looked down upon as lesser beings. And Doc, utterly enchanted by the concept, begins to have… ideas. Iskall was in the same position as Doc for a while, but they too get their lucky break. They get picked up by Mumbo Jumbo and is introduced to the Cotillion, the rebel group who are out to shake the city to its very foundations and bring about an age of redstone dominance. Mumbo and the hundreds of people under him plan on breaking the social order and instating redstoners and hybrids as the top dogs, and Iskall finds themself shocked that the rebels seem to have the organization and resources to actually do it. Mumbo is witty and charismatic, seemingly always having a plan and a silver-tongued speech to go with it. He also installs Iskall as second in command, much to their shock. Time will tell if the Cotillion is going to succeed. Cub is living in one of Scar’s buildings, along with many other redstoners. Just... Not entirely legally.

This is pretty much the end of the world-building section, I’ll come out with a post on the general plot as soon as I can. TBC :)

#hermitcraft #fanfiction #my writing #minecraft #sky's limit au #world building

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limelocked · 4 years

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Random idea for watcher grian and ethos writer: The watchers are aware of lots of worlds, grian is ssnt to investigae a peculiar one thats all white. While he investigates, he encounters all the weird stuff and then meets ethos writer. He is throughly creeped out, so much so he lies to the other watcher to telll them that world is fine.

Gonna change the prompt a little cuz I had An Idea

Ash and Gold had finally entrusted him with going outside their domain, to watch some other world than the Evo he had left behind. This was a responsibility too great to make a blunder out of, it would be hard to mess it up but since there was a soletary soul in this world he had been assigned to watch it alone and without the second eye all other worlds enjoyed the comfort of.

And so he opened his eye to the giant world filled with so many things.

His first task would be to find the Player and confirm if he had been effected yet or if he was fine still, the next mission would be to actually confirm if there were Writers there or not like the report claimed. He took a step away from the giant player statue and a step towards his new job.

There he was, the Player! Deep inside a machine full of red lines and lights that he for a moment thought was reflected in the Players eyes. He was focused but that wasn’t something he could come back with unless he had something else as well to act as proof.

The Player worked hard throughout the cave base under the jungle while Grian snooped around nook, cranes and stray chests finding little of note. When the Player went to sleep he left the cave to explore the world further, to try and find those hidden rooms or spaces where he was told the Writers would work.

A maze-like hallway twisted inside a mountainside by the Player statue and he thought that this was surely the place until he went inside, touching the clean walls and the echoing floor. No entity should see a Watcher other than the endermen who used to be them but he found himself soon swarmed by floating glasses and Players. There was supposed to only be a single Player in this world but here was well over 20 with burning white eyes.

There were Writers in this world, yes, no doubt. No player could make this in a normal world. He regretted not championing for a partner during this job.

Dawn was breaking when he spotted one. Onyx hair many shades darker than Ash’s with just as many eyes. They entered the cave like a seasoned gust of wind, not touching a single blade of grass as it slunk into a cove he had yet to explore. And just as quick as they’d arrived they left again and Grian entered.

Inside was a small room with a screen and comfortable seats as well as a box he was quick to open.

[Episode Script] [Redstone Tutorial]

He was frozen in place before the world sped back up. He used the tools Gold had given him in preparation for this mission and corrupted the content of the books, leaving them behind quickly to follow the delivery man back to the writers room.

When the Player woke up all was corrupted. And he entered the white mazelike halls.

Straight black hair shimmered at the end of the white corridor and a door swept up into the ceiling without the use of redstone. The room inside had no edges not shadows, it was all white and inside were three more being who all greeted the one Grian had decided to call Onyx.

“Maybe we can set up something with TNT again, that’d be fun!” One of them, tall and skinny, in a robe not unlike Golds stood excitedly besides the paper covered table in the rooms assumed centre.

“Explosions would be fun, the Player seems to enjoy them, we could optimise the fireworks in the lake too” their voice was calmer, like Ash’s, a stark contrast to their brilliant red hair that flowed like redstone.

“The Player has been working hard on machines already,” Onyx joined the conversation, talking a seat by the cluttered table “it might be time for some aesthetic building”

Redstone and Snow, the excited one with short light blue almost white hair, looked to Onyx with an air of confusion mixed with a healthy dose of distain.

“The Player doesn’t like it at all and we end up having to write in him changing stuff for so long after it’s started!” Snow was almost standing on the table now trying to reach out to Onyx on the other side.

“And we already gave you the village” Redstone added.

“That you never let him work on” Onyx retorted with a particular glare.

Grian watched the three argue and the fourth grow further impatient with their squabbling, moving papers out of the way as Snow climbed the quartz table and running fingers through their fascinating blue hair, hair that flowed almost like a liquid. It wasn’t before Snow laid a hand on Onyx that Flow stood up and brandished their wings, the act of domination stopping Snow in their tracks.

“How about he work on the Nexus again? It involves building and mechanics, will the three of you be happy with that?” It was like Flow was speaking to children, children who quickly accepted the compromise.

Their dynamic was so interesting, so different from how Ash and Gold worked... and yet he’d been told Writers were evil? But they took their players wants into consideration? He let his guard down and when he for a moment returned a glance to the table they were all quiet, Flow, tall and intimidating looking straight into his eye.

“Run away, bird”

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #etho #grian #writers au #gonna end up drawing the writers and watchers tomorrow

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