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veryblushyswitch · 13 hours
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Me reading these headcanons:
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|| Ramshackle Tickle Headcanons ||
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A/N: just watched the pilot last night and read the comic this morning, I'm ready 💪. I can tell these three are gonna be my new beloved found family. as far as I can tell, there isn't a whole lot of fan content of this on tumblr so I'm really scared this is gonna find its way to the normies 😢
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Vinnie
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- chaotic ler
- usually the first one to initiate a tickle fight
- fights to WIN (and have fun with her friends)
- the roughest tickler of them all; squeezes, scribbles, and pokes anywhere and everywhere she can reach. she will the loudest laughter she can out of you
- skipp is her easiest lee; he'll start a chase and everything for the game of it, but he doesn't fight too hard once he gets caught
- stone, however, is the hardest lee, but we'll get to that later; despite how difficult he is to corner, she likes the challenge; besides, somebody's got to make sure that sad twig boi smiles
- once she finds your worst spot, she's not leaving
- teases with evil laughter and playful mockery; "no mortal can escape the clutches of the TICKLE MONSTER MWAHAHAHA!" "You wanna get away? You wanna get away?? Well you're not gettin' away~"
- when tickled, she SCREAMS and CACKLES but will NOT beg
- doesn't mind being tickled, doesn't love it; it's all in good fun
- ^ you wouldn't know that based on how hard she fights her ler; kicking, clawing, flailing, you name it; she does not like to lose
- in fact, she'd rather have her face turn purple than call it quits; the ler just has to know when to stop on their own because she's sure as hell not going to tell them
- most ticklish spot is her armpits
- do not try to outrun her because she is so damn persistent. she will catch you; tackles and pins you down before she tickles you
Skipp
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- lawful lee
- has the goofiest little giggles in the world; a real "teehee" lad
- can't and won't hold back his laughter
- by far the happiest to be a lee
- actively likes tickling and WILL admit it
- most ticklish spot is his sides
- he can tickle if he thinks one of his friends needs it but he mainly prefers to be the lee
- doesn't wiggle that much; all the energy that would go into squirming goes into giggling instead
- cups his pink cheeks and gives tiny feet kicks 🥰
- will squeal if you tickle his neck
- a lot of teases don't work on him because they rely on being embarrassed, and he's not embarrassed about tickling
- the teases that DO work are baby talk, since it adds to the silly feeling
- pokes tickle him the most
- his giggly laughter is laced with mangled outcries; "HEHEHEHE WAITHEHEHE STO- HEHE NOT THERE HEHEHE"
- if skipp gets in stone's personal space one too many times, stone'll wreck him (he knows skipp is doing it on purpose)
- isn't that invested with winning or losing a tickle fight; he's just happy to be there
- tries to get stone to loosen up about tickling (explanation later)
- gets ganged up on by the other two the most
- falls for those old tickle tricks, not because he wants to get tickled, but because he is just so obliviously trusting
Stone
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- HOOOO BOY
- the one we've all been waiting for
- I'm gonna let yall know right now this ones going to be the longest (SUE ME OKAY?!)
- neutral lee-leaning switch
- will swear up and down on his life that he's not ticklish (it's a lie!) until the other two little gremlins finally decide to prove him wrong
- he's very embarrassed about being ticklish; skipp doesn't understand why and tries to get him more comfortable with it, which causes stone to turtle-up and shut down the conversation; vinnie takes a less gentle approach and just tells him to "loosen up, dude!"; it seems like a childish thing to him, like something he should have grown out of
- despite how embarrassed he is about his weakness, he's not actually embarrassed about saying the word; he can say "tickle" all day long, he just can't admit he's ticklish
- he repeats the same three words everytime someone asks: "I'm not ticklish"
- if he thinks for even a second he's about to get tickled, he sprints like his life depends on it; this means the first ten times his friends have tried to tickle him, they failed, no matter how stealthy they were.
- finally, on try eleven, they managed to overtake him; he wouldn't laugh for the first two whole minutes; vinnie was straddling his waist while skipp kept him from kicking and bucking her off; eventually, he did crack; it only took a random squeeze at his death spot for him to slip up: his thighs; vinnie caught on right away and went to town, and then poor stone couldn't keep himself together; if he laughed any harder, he swore he'd crumble to pieces; his arms waved around, too jellied up to put any real force behind them; his eyes were still squeezed shut, but his smile was brighter than the motherfucking sun; it even put skipp's to shame; he looked uncharacteristically like a little baby, laughing and shrieking
- vinnie and skipp's eyes practically filled with stars; neither of them had ever seen this side of stone before; but that was about to change
- he can't claim he's not ticklish anymore, but he'll still go to any lengths to avoid talking about it
- stone didn't know he had a death spot until that moment, nothing ever came into contact with his thighs so he had no way to know
- his laugh is very high-pitched, differing from his usual deep rumble; pure belly laughter with a side of hiccups (no not hiccup laughs, ACTUAL hiccups. it's the cutest thing I swear)
- within thirty seconds of laughing, he's lost all ability to save face; cries out a lot of "please"s if vinnie goes hard enough
- the tops of his cheeks will go red while he's being tickled; not full tomato, but just enough to shatter his pride
- he's the most adorable lee 💓💓💓
- he is SO HARD TO CATCH THO
- he's got the reflexes of a cat
- doesn't like being teased, then he gets a little too embarrassed
- the only comments that ARE acceptable are ones of curiosity; like if skipp goes "hmmm I wonder if this spot is ticklish?" or vinnie says "dang bro I didn't know you could laugh that hard"
- if he's comfortable with anyone tickling him, it's skipp; he knows he can trust him to not laugh at him
- as much as he'll deny it, he doesn't hate tickling as much as he wishes; in fact, it might even be a little bit fun <3
- as a ler, he's pretty skilled
- where vinnie is a very rough and sloppy ler, stone is very careful and methodical
- starts with light traces to amp up the tension, then goes in for the kill
- tickles skipp the most, because there's a significantly smaller chance of skipp fighting back
- he tickles his friends in an older brother sort of way; mostly its when they're bugging him
- teases with "ya learnt your lesson yet?" "that doesn't sound like someone who wants me to stop tickling" "you were practically asking for it, being a pain in the arse and everything"
- specifically teases skipp because he knows he likes it; "having fun, down there? i can see that smile, mister, you ain't fooling me"
- most of the time though he'll just watch the other two tickle fight and watch boredly
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IT TOOK A LOT OF RESTRAINT NOT TO RAMBLE
AND I DID ANYWAY!!!
I'll save the rest of my thoughts for potential fics
Hope you enjoy!
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veryblushyswitch · 13 hours
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Henchman: "Whatcha got there?- .w."
Villain, holding a Tickle Ray Gun in one Hand and a Beverage in the other: "A Smoothie."
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veryblushyswitch · 3 days
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just learned in therapy today that humans are beings of sensory needs. kind of makes our obsession with tickling make a lot more sense if you think about it
we crave tickling just as we crave hugs or other positive touch
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veryblushyswitch · 6 days
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okay hear me out,
tickles n' cuddles are the best thing
platonic or not, theyre awesome!
Just imagine likeee, me with u, having a huuuug, a warm, soft, and big hug, In like position where im behind you (yk where like we sit and i hug u from behind). You Meltin into me, and doesn't see me having a mischevious smile, building up on my face.
My fingers slooooowly goes to your sides but you're not doing anything, youre good flushy mess that don't expect my little friendly attack. i start gently scrathing your sides, hearing your silent squeal and soft giggles, the thing ever.
maybe i'll add little nuzzles on your neck to make you red, youre not even gonna resist from that, its just a hug... everyone likes hugs
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veryblushyswitch · 6 days
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I WILL TAKE THE ENTIRE SUPPLY PLEASE AND THANK YOU!! 🦋🦋🦋
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The Joke's That Make You Laugh
Notes: Inspired by this post by @nhasablogg because I've been fixated on the concept ever since I saw it. Anyways, Wonka gives off insane lee energy and I refuse to believe he wouldn't get up to shit like this. Based on the new Wonka movie.
Summary: Wonka's newest chocolate creation has him in stitches.
Willy's heart raced as he looked down at the creation on his table. It was a beautiful thing. The appetizing treat curled slightly into a bow with golden tendrils spanning out into dozens of soft barbs. It very nearly seemed to flutter with the breeze flowing in through the window with how lifelike it appeared, though Willy knew this was impossible.
A feather. A simple creation when compared to the hundreds of wonders Willy had stocked his factory with, but its appeal was not held in its design. It was in what it could do.
He sat back in his chair, holding his chin as he stared at it. His leg jumped and jerked under the table in an unsteady, anxious rhythm. He and the feather held a silent staring contest as he debated adding finishing touches. Behind it sat several copies of the same chocolate in a pile—he always made sure to create back-ups. Perhaps he should add speckles to the top for realism, or splatter a black coating on the quill to appear as ink. None of this mattered, really. If he was being honest with himself, the chocolate had been finished thirty minutes ago and all of his tinkering and fussing was mere procrastination.
Willy wasn’t embarrassed. That was silly, after all, to be embarrassed of something that no one will see but you, that impacts no one but you. Not quite nervous, either. He had wanted to try creating something like this for a while now, even if the idea hadn’t quite formed into a coherent thought yet. He was excited about this. He wanted this. No, if he were to put it into words, it was a vague apprehension, a worry that it wouldn’t work, or worse, that it would work too well.
He tapped his fingers against the table. He leapt to his feet. He paced around several yard before whirling back to face the innocent feather.
“It’s just chocolate,” he muttered to himself. “Familiar territory.”
Before he could overthink it anymore, he snatched the treat and popped it into his mouth.
He rolled the chocolate around with his tongue. White chocolate, notes of hazelnut, all with a sweet vanilla glaze. It was, as always, delicious. He held it in the pocket of his cheek, allowing the warmth of his mouth to dissolve it.
Stalling.
Willy frowned, before determinedly swallowing it.
The effect was not instantaneous. He had made sure to calculate in a slight delay as there had been some fear of choking by accident. He was hyper aware of his own nervous system, unsure if what he was feeling was a tingling sensation or merely the butterflies swooping in his stomach.
Now that he had done it, worries began to flood Willy’s mind. He was alone, as he often was. There was Noodle and the rest of them, and the Oompa Loompas of course, but not here, not in his personal bedroom, not in his factory after hours. Sometimes they would stay late to finish up orders, and the Oompa Loompas slept here at the factory. If something had gone wrong, it would only be reasonable to get him. What if someone came in? What if it didn’t fade out in time? What if he had gotten the calculations wrong and it never wore off?
What if it was a dud and he was working himself up over nothing?
Just as he was about to go and check if the door was actually locked, however, Willy felt it. It was faint at first, a mere spark of something in his stomach. Soon, however, the spark multiplied until it was less of a spark and more of a crawling sensation over his lower abdomen, like spiders with feathers for legs.
“Oh. Oh.” A grin was breaking out across his features, his legs far less steady than they were mere moments before. He thought about making a break for the bed, but the sensation was only getting worse, and he found himself crumpling to the ground, arms wrapped protectively around his stomach.
It tickled. God, it tickled. More than he had anticipated, despite having created the recipe himself. It was spreading out from his stomach now and heading toward his sides. He dug beneath his coat, his own fingers gripping frantically at his undershirt in an unconscious effort to stop the feeling. Giggles welled up in his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep them in. But it just wouldn’t stop. It was all just so intentional and teasing. Swipes up his sides, pokes at his ribs, fluttery fingers scuttling across his hips and down to his lower back. It was an overwhelming force of gentleness that he couldn’t fight off no matter how much he wanted to.
He knew logically that the chocolate was merely activating his nervous system and making his mind believe that it tickled when in actuality he was fine. One of the core ingredients to the chocolate was a rare hallucinogen he had found while out on his travels that was meant to interfere with one’s nervous system.
The idea for a tickling chocolate was one he had been working on for a while by then (secretly, of course, in the late hours of the night when the longing for it transferred into a desire so intense that he thought he might actually die if he didn't have it fulfilled), so when he stumbled across the plant, he knew immediately what to do.
He had tweaked it of course, taken out any dangerous elements, and only added in enough for about twenty minutes—nothing too crazy. So, rationally, he knew there was nothing really happening to him.
Still. It felt real.
Red crept up Willy's neck, tinging his ears as he twitched and jerked away from his invisible oppressors. It was a strange feeling, being tickled by one’s own mind—no pesky hands to fight off, no people to plead to. Just a grown man giggling to himself on his bedroom floor. And the only person he had to blame for this was himself. All of this was going on in his own mind, after all. As such, it was easy to convince himself that all he really needed to do to get it to stop was stop believing that it tickled at all—even if it was a goal that he hoped to fail at.
Willy forced his eyes open, taking deep, shuddering breaths. He glared firmly down at his own legs, holding the image of them in his mind. He could see nothing touching him, therefore there was nothing touching him. Thus, his mind had to be wrong in its attempts to convince Willy that something was squeezing devastating pinches higher and higher up his legs.
“It doesn’t tickle,” he gritted out, his wide grin saying otherwise. “It doesn’t… mmhmm… doesn’t tickle!”
Fingers crawling up toward his torso.
“Doesn’t—”
Scribbling over his stomach.
“Ti—”
Thumbs digging into his hips.
“—ihicKLE! Oh, what’s the pohohoint!” He doubled over at last, cackling wildly as he held his stomach. “Why does it hahave to tihickle so much!?” To who he was speaking, he couldn’t say, but some part of his mind was convinced that if he put the information out into the universe that maybe it would lend a helping hand. When that didn’t work, he attempted a more accepting method.
“N-now, now,” he assured himself, as though condoling a wailing child. “It’s just, ah, tihickling! Nothing t-to get so wohorked up about!” This was answered by several rapid-fire pokes to his ribs that sent him falling back and rolling about the floor. He knew it was impossible for the tickling to in any way be impacted by himself, as proven earlier, but it was starting to feel a tad bit personal as time went on.
Willy’s shoulders scrunched as soft touches flicked behind his ears, seeming to almost kiss his neck. He covered his face, groaning into his hands. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes. How was he going to survive the next fifteen?
Willy continued to lie there as he waited for the chocolate’s effects to wear off, squirming frantically in desperate mirth. What he didn’t see was the shadow of a man right outside his window that he had failed to notice in the excitement of his creation. They perched on the sill, observing him carefully until Willy’s laughter transformed into a few trickling giggles as the effects of the potion wore off.
They watched him as he carefully stood up, still a bit wobbly from the tickling, and walked over to lock up the remaining chocolates on the table in a little sealed jar that he shoved behind some books on his shelf.
It wasn’t until Willy had finally gone to bed that they emerged, shuffling carefully into the room and quietly sneaking over to the bookshelf. They scaled the wood paneling with ease, careful to make sure Willy was still out. The tickling had exhausted him, however, so it seemed, and so the man had no trouble sneaking behind the books and opening the little jar, sticking his orange hand inside.
The Oompa-Loompa smiled as he beheld the ornate sweet. It was true he was no longer conspiring against the chocolatier, but he hadn’t yet lost his penchant for mischief. Besides, it was just tickling—a harmless prank. He shoved the chocolate pieces into his pockets, quickly hopping down from the shelf and sneaking out the window before his plans could be ruined.
He held high hopes that this was going to be an eventful week.
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veryblushyswitch · 6 days
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This is so adorable!! 🥺💖
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Your New Work Watch
Summary: Skitters is getting restless on a day where you seem to be doing nothing but work. He needs some fun, and he can tell that you're depriving yourself of a much needed break, so he decides to help.
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Note: Found myself in the perfect storm of ler mood and inspiration this morning and wrote up this little Skitters fic. This is the Skitters energy I've been needing lately, and a good reminder to take a break when you need one, you deserve a rest now and then 💜
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It's been an insanely busy day, you've spread yourself thin working on a project that seems to be taking forever to finish, and it's been a while since you've let yourself have a break. Skitters has been waiting to play with you, but also he's felt bad that you seem so stressed.
You look down to the increasingly impatient bot boy. "Sorry buddy, I can't take a break yet, I still have so much I have to do." What follows is a long robotic whine, but you go to return to work anyways. He pouts for a moment, flopping on the ground dramatically, but then he has an idea.
Back at your cluttered desk, you're about to continue, when suddenly you feel Skitters on your shoulder. He hops down and latches onto the wrist of your dominant hand, four of his legs wrapped around it, securing him snugly. His back two legs however extend and snake their way up your arm and into your sleeve to who knows where. A mildly frustrated sigh passes your lips.
"Skitters, what's this? What are you doing?"
He doesn't make a noise.
"Buddy, I told you I don’t have time to play, get off." You shake your arm in a lazy attempt to loosen his grip, but he holds tight and refuses to reply, not a single beep.
"Ugh, fine, stay there all you want. I'll just keep working." The next thing you need to continue is right there on your desk in front of you, but just as you reach to pick it up you feel a poking at your sides. Your hand instinctively retracts, and the poking stops. After a moment you process that it was Skitters' back two legs. A second attempt to reach out to your desk leads to a similar result, but this time you feel a vibration under your arms, causing you to knock over a few things.
You keep trying to grab things so you can continue your work, but every attempt is seen by Skitters and leads to more pokes and vibrations. Even grabbing something as simple as a pen has you feeling feathers brushing your sides. Soon you're a squirming giggling mess in your chair, refusing to let go of one of your papers, Skitters refusing to stop until you do. Eventually the lee mood takes over and you give in, dropping the paper.
After a few seconds of composing yourself, you tap Skitters so he'll turn around to look at you. "Okay, you win, you little dork. I guess I do need a break, honestly I am exhausted. Think you could keep helping me relax?" Skitters looks pleased, retracting his back legs and hopping onto your belly in a cuddly tickly hug, happy he could finally get through to you.
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veryblushyswitch · 6 days
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SO, um I just realized I never share my tkl doodles here.. ?? soooo I figured I'd share some that I did yesterday,, ajjsjdj (Click for better quality!! Even though my camera is the worst GAH sorry)
*ALSO. NSFW DNI PLEASE*
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and a couple lil bonuses tehe
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SOME CONTEXT:
my oc has ai powered robot arms attached to his back as part of a science experiment he did on himself years ago- they're telepathically told what to do by the host, but.. the thing is, they also don't always listen,, hehehehe
They kinda gained their own personality and enjoy messing with the host sometimes~
This is my first time posting ACTUAL TKL ART so iiiiii HOPE YOU LIKE IT and I MIGHT post some more if you do!!
Reblogs are also appreciated if you like it!!<33
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veryblushyswitch · 6 days
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Pt 2 of my Hazbin redesigns! More are on the way! (Adam is getting a RE-redesign soon!)
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veryblushyswitch · 11 days
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veryblushyswitch · 13 days
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tickle fights feel so playful and safe to me idk!!
something about being that close to another person you trust and letting them make you laugh that way just!!!! Hhhhh
I love laughter and friends and hanging out and having fun!!!!
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veryblushyswitch · 14 days
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lee Luffy anyone????
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veryblushyswitch · 14 days
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HAHSHSSHSGAGSGSGAGAGAGAGAAG I RLLY EANNA SEE THE DOODLES -liya
IM GLAD YOU LIKE THEM DUDE
im working on some fully colored/shaded ones right now but you can have a lee luffy sketch just for you, bro
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veryblushyswitch · 14 days
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EXCUSE ME BUT THE FANFIC OF LER!FORD AND LEE!DIPPER??? WAS FUCKING CUTE.
You better make Ford being a tickle monster to Mabel and Dipper. Now.👁👁
/playful + /amused
OH MY GOSH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 😭💖💖And not gonna lie, I’m rewatching some episodes with a friend and I may make another fic or two. Specifically about the Double Dipper episode! 💖
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veryblushyswitch · 14 days
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this is Skunk (they/them), an oc I came up with a couple days ago and I have not stopped drawing them SINCE. they're so squashy and angsty hehe little angry guy
(ppsst!!!! rbs appreciated if you like my art:3)
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veryblushyswitch · 17 days
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I love and hate having tickle brain because now I need tickle content for these three- mostly lee Kid Vampire he’s so silly and shy ❤️
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veryblushyswitch · 17 days
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I AGREE 🩸
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the fact that there isnt kore kid vampire content on this site is apalling. i demand more for these silly tiktok videos
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veryblushyswitch · 17 days
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Kid Vampire ~ Mummy Joe | Icons p. 2
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