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nerdestiwrites · 3 months ago

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((fuck it, we posting everything i write now 😎))

This was quite literally the last class that she needed to take to finish up her degree. It took her two years to get into the class as for some reason it was only offered once every third semester and she'd missed it the first time around as both classes had filled up quickly. Two years of random classes to stay enrolled, two years more living away from family in England longer than she wanted to, but at least finally they'd be proud of her. Her parents had been against the whole study abroad thing, especially her father when he learned where she was going. They were worried she was still looking for Him, still delusional that He'd show up again or that she'd somehow find Him. No, she realized that it wouldn't happen, that it was all in the past, even if the voice in her head taunted her so.

It was hard to ignore the blaring coincidence in front of her when she finally got her class schedule, the Professor's name, the monogram that he'd used too often. Doctor John Smith. It was a common enough name, which was why he'd use it, but the coincidence was still there. He was young, too, this Professor was an old man, old enough to be her grandfather. Just a coincidence.

The first day of class she picked a spot in the middle. It was easier to blend in with a crowd that way, and it allowed her to get a grasp on the other students' reactions and the professor without standing out too much. Or as much as she could attempt to. There were over fifty students enrolled in the class, but over a hundred seemed to attend. The professor seemed to have the highest rating amongst the students, people taking the class even when it wasn't required, which was why it filled up so quickly.

The first week was hard. Not the class itself, but because of the Professor. His personality and his mannerisms seemed so familiar so close it was almost too coincidenental. But this couldn't be Him.

Aster focused on her work to avoid the growing suspicion and doubt.

Three weeks in and the first paper came and went. A group of her classmates went out to celebrate and talk about what grades they each got and Aster joined them. The grades were to be released at midnight, so they went out to a bar to drink while they waited. Any excuse to relax, let loose, and stop over thinking Aster would take it.

Three drinks and one shot later, the time was quickly approaching and the conversation subject turned to the paper and class. Aster listened in, sipping her drink. The background noise of other conversations and music drowned her friends' voices as she closed her eyes and tapped her fingers against the glass.

It was the sound of her friend's voice practically shouting her name as she flinched back into reality and out of the thoughtless haze. "Huh?"

"Your grade? What did you get?" Joshua asked, watching as Aster grabbed her phone from her bag to pull up the email, "The highest anyone here got was a high B."

That was when Lina chimed in, "Yeah, and I read your paper that's got to be an A. It was amazing."

Aster let a thank you out of her lips as she read over the email with the paper graded attached. Her eyebrows furrowed and she sat up in her seat, feeling suddenly sober as laughing inside her head sounded. C. How did she get a C?

The weekend passed and Aster stood outside of the office, staring at the wooden door. This was stupid. Everyone she talked to, everyone she had read her essay all said the same thing. She deserved higher than a C. She even had one of her old Professors read it to make sure she wasn't going crazy, or more crazy than someone with a voice inside their head could be.

She knocked and the door opened and she went.

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The moment that she'd walked through that door he had recognized her and the guilt that came with it didn't seem to stop. The guilt of his previous self leaving her, abandoning her. It wasn't the first time he'd done something similar to a dozen other people, but most of the time after he wouldn't see them again, or at least, he wasn't supposed to. She didn't recognize him, however, though he couldn't expect her to. Last time she'd seen him he had been wearing a bow tie and by some accounts a rather large chin.

Still, a part of him wanted to see her recognize him, put the puzzle pieces together, connect the dots. He acted like his “disguise” was rather efficient and effective, though those who had traveled with him before might be able to see through the ruse. A professor, going by Doctor John Smith, preferred to be just called Doctor, surely she was smart enough to make that determination.

A week passed and the Doctor kept an eye on Aster, both in and out of class, just to check in and see how she was doing after all this time. How long had it been for her? A year? Two? Five? It was hard to tell with Humans, and humans typically held grudges for quite some time. For the Doctor it had been so long. A couple hundred lifetimes even, and a whole new face. He was glad to see that she was doing well for herself, furthering her education in Astrophysics and history.

However it had been a week and she hadn't raised her hand to answer the questions he asked, came to any office hours, or even really given him a second look. He had to continously remind himself that it would be impossible for her to recognize him, and to let her live her life without him. She was one of the lucky ones, to be able to continue her life after their travels, to have lived and able to see her loved ones again. He couldn't risk ruining that for her.

As the assignments started to roll out and be turned in, the Doctor couldn't help but grade Asters a bit more critically. She traveled with him, he used a lot of what she would've learned with him, if she'd been paying attention, that is, in the lessons. She excelled compared to the other students, even sometimes surprising him in her understanding of the concepts he would bring up and question, but it was a good surprise.

He hadn’t been expecting anyone to come to his office hours that week. There were still plenty of opportunities to get grades up throughout the rest of the semester and most people seemed pleased with the grade they’d received. So the knock on the door was a surprise, but nonetheless he had it opened with a quick glance with the sonic sunglasses he had been wearing. Then he took them off and leaned back in his chair behind his desk, surprised even more at who walked in.

Aster walked in, a determined glint in her eyes as she approached the desk. She sat herself down promptly and tilted her head as she studied the Doctor, then looked around the office with the utmost curiosity. She noted every little knick knack scattered on the desk, noticed the piles of books near the edge of the office, the large drape covering something in the corner of the office. That seemed to take her interest in particular until the Doctor cleared his throat to speak. “Miss Aphelion?” He started, keeping up the ruse of being just her professor, nothing more. Because that was the safest option for the both of them.

That caught her attention and she quickly looked back to the older man sitting in front of her. She studied his face, before clearing her throat. “I would like to talk about my grade on the last essay. I would like to argue my case that it deserves better than just a C.”

A small smile appeared on his face as he raised an eyebrow in response. “Oh? And what makes you think you deserve better?” He asked. Both his hearts fluttered. Despite trying to keep his profile low, trying to make sure that he didn’t get distract from his current task at hand that was in the Vault, he couldn’t help the memories of the both of them traveling.

“Ah- well, I had multiple peers read the paper, even made sure to get an old professor of mine to read it as well, and each of them said it fit the criteria well and would deserve a high earned grade.

It was hard to not just come right out and say who he was, tell her, apologize. Both of his hearts wanted that more than anything, to tell her. But he couldn’t, not just to protect her, but because of the Vault. “And I thought otherwise. I know you have so much more potential that what you gave me wasn’t worth higher than a C.”

“Then explain it to me like I’m the dumbest person in the universe.” She argued, and the Doctor picked up what she’d said. Universe. Not Earth like anyone else might’ve said. That amused him as well.

The Doctor grabbed a stack of papers, the essay that Aster had submitted, he had printed it out to grade, and he slid it forward to her across the desk. “I marked everything that was wrong, that didn’t fit in with the topic, and what I thought could improve the paper itself.

Aster seemed surprised at that. She looked down at the paper, pulled it closer to her, and took in a deep breath. She had clearly been expecting a bigger fight, some sort of argument to incur, not exactly what she was asking for. She shifted, now awkwardly in her seat. The Doctor watched her and then leaned back in his own seat. “Does that satisfy you?”

Definitely wasn’t what she was expecting. Aster flipped through a few of the pages before she stood up from the seat at the desk and nodded slowly. “Uh, yeah… Yeah thanks.” Then her eyebrows furrowed together tightly. Her eyes scanned around the office again before they landed back on the Doctor. “How did your door open on its own? I didn’t push a button to open it, I didn’t even see a button to push.”

“I’ve got a button on my desk, so I don’t have to stand up every time a student comes to complain about the grade they received.” He answered smoothly as he watched her. He could see her brain working overtime, as if she was almost connecting dots and putting things together.

Not entirely the explanation she was expecting and it seemed like she was skeptical of it as well. She looked at the desk, as if to try and figure out where the button and it's mechanisms might before before glancing at the door as well. She then nodded once as she stood. A look of bewilderment and puzzlement was clear across her face as she took a step away from the desk. “Huh… Well…. I'll take a look at this then and see what I uh, need to improve on?”

And with that, Aster left the office. Though it was now in her head, she needed to investigate this Professor more.

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leapdayowo · 1 year ago

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Redstone and Skulk OC time :3

Thought I’d turn my persona into a rns oc and give them a helsmet :3 I basically looked at my play style in Minecraft and took a few things from my own life and combined them to create these two! Short version about them below and a little story of their origins under that:

short version:

-Leapday_art (short version Leapday, she/he/they, the player) is afraid of losing important things in their life. He is very cautious about doing anything that could result in him dying and loosing everything in his inventory (sleeps through the night everytime to avoid monsters, barely visits the nether, strip mines, etc) +the cats next to Leapday are two of my darling kitties who unfortunately passed away irl, their names are Toby (left) and Toes (right)

-Nightfall_collections (short version Nightfall, all pronouns, the helsmet) was created from Leapday’s extreme fear of losing valuables and her grief from having lost valuables too many times. Xyr driving goal is to collect and preserve everything that xe can and to make sure there is always at least one copy

-other things about Nightfall: she is a magma cube hybrid while Leapday is a ??? hybrid player (if you read the story below this may make more sense👀). Nightfall can split into smaller duplicates which allows them to be in more places at once and thus more productive in their goal. She uses her goop-like body to write reminders on her clothes, then re-absorbs the goop later

-I think Nightfall would find himself as an organizer between lots of different parties/people in Hels due to being so dedicated to his goal + only being dedicated to this goal (his alignment is probably chaotic good because he’s loyal to his own goals and not to other people or outside rules. He does not take bribes or backstab). Also, Nightfall does not need to have possession of everything, but xe is trying to keep tabs on where everything that exist is at(this makes xem the go-to person for trying to obtain something in particular)

-I think Nightfall would become a sponsor (if that’s the right word?) for the Order of Remembrance because she greatly admires the work they do to preserve Hels’ history. She would also love Zedaph’s hall of all and definitely tries to work with private collectors to protect (and document/track) what they have (and she will keep what she knows a secret if it means protecting valuable things)

-Nightfall does not care about thieves unless they steal one of a kind things

-the doodles below were my earlier concepts, so Nightfall has green eyes before I realized it’s much more fitting for xem to have orange eyes

okay, okay, story time (because I realized the ‘short’ version was getting very extensive):

Maybe it had started in the very first world she spawned in. A brilliant blue sky that stretched over jagged, looming cliffs with forests scattered underneath. Trickling waterfalls and bubbling lava pits here and there. The natural beauty of the world left Leapday in awe and eager to explore what other wonders lay beyond the horizon.

It must have started with the first tree she broke, a squat little oak, one of hundreds in the forest. When the leaves of that little oak had all fallen, saplings littered the grassy floor. She should’ve been excited, feel triumphant even by taking down the tree, after all it’s how the journey had to start. Except, all that Leapday could see was the awkward gap in the canopy from the absence of the little oak. It felt like an itch unscratched, nagging and uncomfortable. Well that wouldn’t do.

They scooped up all the saplings littering the floor and planted one in the same dirt plot the little oak was uprooted from. Then they planted a few more just for good measure. The unease lingered, but planting the saplings felt good. It felt right. Now their adventure could truly begin!

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In this world, Leapday’s only companions were the pigs and sheep that he passed on his journey, though he would argue, if there were someone to argue with, that the world itself brought him company enough. That the days and nights passing was a conversation between the universe and Leapday, and thus a consistent companion. And what gifts did the universe provide for him to find! Rushing rivers that fed into powerful oceans, plenty of trees to sleep in and collect, and mountains to climb with the best views of the sunset. Never a dull moment for him as there was always something new to experience and see.

However, despite all its gifts, the universe was slow to explain the finer mechanics of the world, such as health to Leapday. A week of traversing through thick forests and steep cliffs left them battered and bruised. They learned how to gauge the distance of a drop and how to place blocks to minimize the pain in their ankles from falls. A similar pain gnawed from the inside of their stomach, which they discovered was briefly satiated by devouring the apples that fell from the trees.

During one climb up a particularly harrowing cliff, Leapday learned about the unforgiving weight of sand by placing it under her feet in order to reach the next ledge. The block had crumbled in a near instant, sending her plummeting towards the ground. Instead of hitting the hard rocks below, she splashed into a stream from a nearby waterfall. When she had dragged herself onto land and her heart had steadied to a more familiar pace, she let out a fit of bewildered laughter that overwhelmed the panic from moments ago. She knew falls much shorter than this one could take days to recover from, so what kind of pain would she be in if she hadn’t gotten lucky and fallen in the stream? Something cold ran through her and sank to the pit of her stomach. Dread of what could have been, what could still be if she wasn’t more careful. She resolved to never find out what would happen. How unfortunate that her next fall would be into a pit of lava, the very one she had been camping at throughout the nights.

He was being careful, more so than he had been for the first week in this world anyways. That didn’t seem to matter because he had still slipped when placing the block before him and fallen. It was his first respawn, and it introduced him to a few new things like a punch to the face. The first revelation was the agony of burning to death, and death itself. He curled into himself, crying at the phantom feeling of the lava eating at his flesh. The intense heat and how the lava had trapped him in place and burned. It was a twisted version of the warmth of the sun, which was shining down on him and in comparison felt as cool as the air in caves. The second realization came slowly as the memory of fire ebbed. Their knuckles no longer popped and their joints no longer ached. The tightness in their muscles had vanished, leaving softer tissue on the bone and the emptiness in their stomach no longer hurt. They felt new and full of energy, ready to begin their journey again. How strange they had forgotten what this felt like. White scars from their oldest injuries and freckles from sun touched skin still littered their body. They had died, but now were in perfect health again. Leapday took in her surroundings, her face lighting up with delight at the sight of a familiar oak tree. It had grown into quite the study tree since the start of her adventure. Soon after her reunion, Leapday discovered her now empty inventory when she reached for blocks to place in order to climb the canopy. The absence of stacks of logs, dirt, and sand had her racing towards the lava pit before her mind could catch up. Panic pushed her feet to run faster and dodge every obstacle. She ignored nicks from branches in her way and the sting of sharp rocks on her bare feet. The timer was ticking down. Her items would be gone- she just had to- if she wasn’t fast enough-

She burst through the tree line and was greeted by the familiar heavy heat of the lava pit. The sight of it made her recoil out of fear of falling back in even from many blocks away. On shaky legs, she circled the perimeter and searched for her items. The timer was still ticking, but they were nowhere to be seen! She crept as close as she dared to the lava and swept her eyes across the surface of the pool. Then she darted into the surrounding trees looking high and low.

Nothing.

No logs. No saplings or dirt or anything!

This was their third lesson. You lose items after death, and lava destroys those items.

Don’t die, especially not in lava, and don’t lose your items.

Now they had to start over, and this time not dying proved to be harder than expected. More falls and similar accidents happened. Zombies began appearing, persistent in their pursuit of Leapday’s flesh. Then skeletons, creepers, and spiders appeared and introduced many more ways one could die. The pain from the deaths hurt, but they became mundane as weeks turned to months. Loosing items became more painful and frightening when Leapday discovered crafting. More time and resources were needed to start over after dying with crafted items, so they took to the world underground. They followed their instinct to craft pickaxes and torches, to chip away at the stone in search of more sturdy materials. They crafted their first stone pickaxe and found it to be superior to the wooden one.

Maybe it truly started with that wooden pickaxe. When she crafted the stone tools, the wooden pickaxe sat in her hotbar, still good for half a day’s work but now obsolete. It had served her well to progress her journey, a necessary step, but it felt wrong to simply set it aside. It felt like the gap in the canopy all over again, but she very well couldn’t plant the pickaxe in the ground and solve her unease. Not sure what else to do, she attached it to her hip and went on with her day. She wouldn’t destroy it or toss it, she would simply carry it with her until she found what she needed to do with it next. It became her new companion (it was her first crafted tool. It was the first and therefore the only one that would ever exist).

Now equipped with wood and stone blocks, Leapday built their base over their mine. The wooden pickaxe found its place over the doorway leading outside, marking the build as their home. It felt right, so they continued their expansions. Farms were planted along a nearby river and fences placed to corral cows and sheep. Torches were the one item they were generous with. They were thrown across their property liberally since their light would deter creepers spawning too close for comfort.

During a thunderstorm that had picked up abruptly one morning, Leapday poked around at their communicator. It was a lightweight device that had been attached to their forearm since first spawning into the world and never disappeared after dying. After lots of fiddling with the different menus and buttons on the screen, they came across YouCraft. It was an archive of videos made by other players scattered across the universe, documenting their own worlds and progress! With the storm still crashing down around Leapday’s base, they curled up in bed and began watching the first video that caught their eye. It turned out that he had lots more to learn about the universe! After waiting out the storm, and then the night, by watching these videos, he learned about other biomes and blocks still left to discover as well as potions, enchanting, and other dimensions! A dragon was where this journey led for most players, though some took their time getting to it. Above all, he realized he needed diamonds. Diamonds were what every player sought due to their strength, but they were rare and dangerous to collect being so deep underground. They were needed to further Leapday’s journey however, so collecting them became his top goal. Quickly he learned how impossible achieving this goal would be. Well, it seemed impossible after spending days underground chipping at the cold stone and coming up empty. Strange echoes rang through the tunnels and more than a few times paranoia of something (or someone. He had heard the legends of Herobrine) sneaking up on him was enough to make him hole up for hours. Grey, grey stone that went on for miles. Grey cobblestone trailed behind him when his inventory filled. Leapday found other minerals, but the sparkling teal of diamonds still lay buried elsewhere. He mined for so long he began to doubt that the rare mineral even generated in this world. That only grey existed. That was until he broke away the next layer of stone before him and found himself staring uncomprehending at the bits of teal poking through stone. Uncontainable joy broke through his shock like sunlight through parting storm clouds. They were real! Diamonds were real and right in front of him! Invigorated with new energy, Leapday got to work extracting the diamonds just as they had seen others do. The amount paled in comparison to the stacks other players had, but in that moment he didn’t care. It was enough to have found them and confirm they even existed in this world. That weeks of sore arms digging at indifferent stone and unsteady gravel caches falling finally amounted to their new prized possession.

By the time he arrived back at his base, the novelty of finding diamonds began to wear off. He had to admit it was a measly amount. Just barely enough for a diamond pickaxe. What good would a stronger pickaxe be with no enchantments or replacements for when it broke? It had taken so long to find just a few diamonds what were the chances of finding more? No, they wouldn’t craft anything with the rare mineral until they had enough for spares and back ups. So back to the mines they went, and excruciatingly slow they found more, and continued to reason that crafting them was a poor decision. What if an accident happened and they couldn’t get back to their stuff? If they were swallowed by a pit of lava? So much time would be spent only to be wasted. Almost like their thoughts and fears had manifested it, a freak lava incident happened not long after. Leapday had been feeling good that day, so good because their most recent mining trip had yielded 13 diamonds and another cluster just across a lava lake. As they bridged across the lake, plans of finally crafting their collection of diamonds began to form making them giddy. It was the type of giddy that made any obstacle feel like child’s play and beyond consequence. That they finally could start progressing on their journey once more. It was enough to distract Leapday from the crunch of gravel under their feet and for their pickaxe to swing off its mark into the unsteady floor. The ground gave way and sent her tumbling into the lava.

She woke up screaming in her bed. Screaming from agony of ghostly flames that ate flesh, and then from loss and frustration. It wasn’t fair! Her luck had just turned up for the best and now all of it was gone! Every plan to use the diamonds tossed out the window and into a burning pit of despair. How stupid of her to not notice the gravel! All that time for nothing! She should have called it a day and come up 13 diamonds richer with plenty of levels for enchanting. All her gear and tools and items from mineshafts would still be intact, but no. Her head was too far in the clouds and now it was gone. She hadn’t even had the foresight to mark the cave to return to, so sure of her victory. There would be no hope navigating the twisting and sprawling tunnels below, and even if she tried to go back, the sight of lava would probably be enough to make her hurl. Fat tears began dripping down her face as she cursed and wallowed. They blurred his vision, so with a few steadying breaths and a final gross sniffle, he wiped at his eyes. Then he went to swing his legs over the bed to pick up the pieces of his day and froze. On his hand, both hands actually, were thick black smudges of… of something. What was that? He reached up to his face and traced the wet tear tracks with a clean finger. It too came away covered in the strange goop. An incredulous laugh burst from him, which evolved into hysterical crying. More tears fell from his eyes and he let them. The tangled web of grief in his chest unraveling as he did so, and he felt the last of his energy drain away until-

Sunlight trickled through the curtains and roused Leapday from their sleep. Birds were chirping and the familiar sounds of the animals grazing and leaves rustling cradled their mind while the events of the previous day trickled back to them. They felt heavy and gross. Their eyes crusty and mouth dry as a desert were a sure sign of their emotional distress. Disappointment felt like stones being dropped on them when they pulled up their empty inventory. It really was all gone. They let their head flop back onto their pillow and took a steadying breath, trying to recount the reasons they should get out of bed. Maybe they would stick to the joys of the world above ground for a month or two. Take up weaving or painting. They had plenty of resources to finally build a barn and an expansion to the house. Maybe they would go with a grassy roof.

Yeah. That could be alright. With one final sigh, Leapday pushed themself up off their bed and dragged themself over to their cauldron to clean up. They could see from their reflection that only a few faint smudges remained on their face, which they gently wiped away. Crying black goop was probably not normal now that their mind was more stable to think it over. Or maybe it was normal? It had never happened before, but the players on YouCraft all had their own quirks that Lepaday lacked, so maybe it was normal for them?

It turned out the inky tears were a new normal. From that incident onward, whenever they experienced a great sense of loss the strange tears formed and sank into the ground. They appeared when Leapday lost their first wolf companion and when they accidentally deleted a creative world full of builds of an ambitious project.

Meanwhile…

in another world…

In Hels, black goop bubbled to the surface of a sea of lava. From a distance, the surface seemed its usual hungry self, shifting and popping as it patiently waited for Hels and its inhabitants to finally crumble in. The goop was not consumed by its hunger however. It stretched towards the netherrack shore like a snake in water. Once it had gathered all of itself onto more solid ground, it sat and waited for more of itself to arrive, bouncing and bubbling over the terrain in the meantime. They could only wait so long however, after all, there was much to collect and preserve and too little time to do so.

And it’s finished! Whew, I don’t typically write, so this was a lot to work on amidst all my finals projects (totally worth it tho! It was great practice). I wasn’t planning on writing so much about leapday, but then I realized the interesting potential of writing about players when they’re new to the world. If they are akin to gods, they still enter the world with a lot to learn. The goop at the end is Nightfall, who then went on to travel Hels and collect as many blocks and items as xe could before xe came across the city Evil X established. At first they were incredibly overwhelmed by the amount of stuff to preserve in the city and mostly stuck to collecting free scraps and garbage. It probably did something to gain the attention of a member of the Order of Remembrance, who taught Nightfall about their goals and a few things about how society/Hels worked. From there, Nightfall set off to establish a massive collection and documentation of anything and everything, working with people in the process but also quite an eccentric personality that can be quite a hermit when buried in paperwork (not many people are willing to do paperwork as diligently as Nightfall)

Also, YouCraft is YouTube in the Minecraft world :P I felt I needed to separate it from our version of mcyt because in this universe the characters are real and making videos about their lives rather than people playing a video game (at least that’s how I’m headcanoning it)

thank you @silverskye13 for providing some more lore about Hels and the Order of Remembrance (as well as Redstone and Skulk as a whole <3) as well as inspiring me to keep trying to improve my writing and thank you to @/yayforocs for inspiring me to finally make my own rns OCs and this post :3

#If I had a nickel for every time I designed a goopy character that has that ‘tism stare I’d have two nickels #which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice #Also I’m not familiar with using neopronouns but wanted to try so hopefully the usage is correct #And even though I use multiple pronouns for myself I’m still not sure how to use multiple pronouns in writing so hopefully that’s okay #So yeah that’s leapday and nightfall :) I’m not sure if I have any more plans to work on stuff about these two #probably just some drawings but I feel satisfied with this #I don’t want to insert nightfall into hels with a bunch of lore that might contradict what’s in rns #Wowza look at you! You read this far why thank you :3 here is a super secret item that will aid you in your time of greatest need #*hands over something vaguely shaped and seems possibly tangible if you look at it from the corner of your eye*#redstone and skulk #my ocs #my art #traditional art #watercolor #I tried to find all the typos but it is late and I would like to post this

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