#Finally answered this prompt

[radiance1]

Heres someangst for you to make worse (or better lol)

DeadSerious Soulmate au where Danny came to the batfam for advise from the flock of detectives. He wanted to know how to deal with the situation with Vlad, the GIW and the Fentons without having to kill them or Vlad outing his secret identity or whatever.

Robin discovers that Phantom is his soulmate and being 10 and brought up as an assassin he does exactly what he was taught to do.

Damian returns two days later to a frantic batfamily and worried ghost and proudly declares all the problems neutralized.

Danny freaks and tells him "Say sike right now"

Danny drops his magical girl transformation and becomes human again, freaks out on Damian who looks like he sucked on a lemon because "Oh no I murdered my soulmates parents didn't I??"

Ok ok sooooooo.,

Danny rejects Damian after learning that Damian killed his parents and the people he wanted gone but not dead.

And is distrustful, hateful and a bit scared of his soulmate that killed his parents and is also a, y’know, killer.

Damian, being freshly pulled from the league, doesn’t like that Danny rejected him and says something like “you my soulmate you just reject me!” or something.

To which Danny says “Oh I the fuck will!” and shouts that Damian killed his parents for no fucking reason, and Damian says that it was the most efficient way, which has Danny straight dumbfounded for a few good seconds.

Then he explodes. Shouting that “You killed my parents because it's the most ‘efficient’ way!?”. Damian obviously says yes, and then Danny goes and says that the reason he even came to ask Batman for help is because he never wanted to kill them.

So no, the method Damian used wasn’t efficient at all. Which makes Damian mad, because this would mean he failed a mission(even though it wasn’t one in the first place).

Now this is the part where the rest of the Batfam step in, seeing how the situation obviously wouldn’t de-escalate on its own and instead just get worse. So now after they separate the two, one of the batfam(I dunno you choose) explains what Damian’s situation is and how he’s learning. To which, yea Danny can be sympathetic to that but Damian still murdered his parents.

To which batfam member is like, give him some time to adjust or something. But Danny is not having it, yea he can get why Damian did what he did, but that doesn’t excuse that he did it when he specifically came to the bats for a solution where no one dies.

So then they promise Damian would get punished(How it happens is up to you). So now Danny lives with the Batfam until he can find somewhere else to live(Even though the rest of the Batfam try to make him apart of the family) while doing his best to avoid Damian and when he can’t, he just ignores him -much to Damian’s chagrin-.

So after a few weeks of living with the Waynes (and ignoring Damian). There is one day when Damian was nowhere to be found (not that Danny was complaining). So Danny is just going about his business and enjoying not seeing Damian anywhere really and is trying to find Tim.(because he and Tim are coffee besties and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind)

So then he just realises that. If you want to find Tim, most of the time he’s probably in the Batcave. So he goes down since he knows it’s there and all, and sees the one person he really didn’t want to see that day. Damian is there talking to Tim while Tim works on…something. Even with Danny’s better than human eyesight, he can’t see much past a silhouette of what Tim is working on.

So Danny walks closer, catching the attention of both vigilantes (although one he is actively ignoring). While getting closer Danny can slowly see what Tim is working on taking apart, and what he sees causes him to freeze.

Because what Tim is taking apart. 

Is one of his parent’s ghost inventions.

Before either vigilantes can greet him. Danny bolts over to where Tim is sitting and overlooking the machine, hastily takes it from Tim to check over if it really is one of his parent’s inventions, slowly places it down, turns to look at Tim while trying to contain the anger inside him and asks “Where did you get this?”

Tim, an empath: I feel like Danny is angry, and it would be a real not so brotherly move to throw Damian under the bus.

Also Tim: Damian gave it to me to look over.

Danny turns to look at Damian, and Damian, not understanding emotions and finally seeing that his Soulmate is acknowledging his presence. Say’s something like, “they weren’t using it” or “It would be put to better use in our hands”. (Or something else you can pick I guess)

And that. That caused Danny to almost drop his human form right then and there, but Danny catches himself before it can drop. Danny looks at Damian while giving him the most deadpan look he can, but his voice betrays the cold anger that he feels.

“I wish someone like you was never my soulmate”

Both Damian and Tim are shocked, and before either can do or say anything. Danny turns ghost and leaves Wayne manor.

[kedreeva]

OC Askbox Game

I'm avoiding writing and you probably are too, so let's at least think about our characters while we do it.

You know the drill- send me a number (ONE number, you can come back for more) and I'll answer for an OC of your choice (if you know their name) or my choice (if you don't know their name). Feel free to name some of your OCs in the tags of your reblog, if you want to be asked about them.

How did you choose their name?

Were they created for the story, or was the story created for them?

Do they have a love interest, and was that their choice or yours?

Do they have a best friend? If so, how did they meet? If not, have they ever/why never?

Did they have a pet as a child?

What catalyzed their introduction to the plot?

What attribute of them (some facet of their personality, their history, their look, or whatever etc) would you find most important to somehow preserve if they were transplanted to an AU fanfic?

If your character's financial situation were to suddenly flip (someone poor becoming rich, someone rich becoming poor, etc), how well would they handle it? What would be the first thing they would do?

If your character could have handed their role in the plot to someone else, would they have?

Free Space #1: Which of your OCs would be most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse? Which would die immediately?

Does your character have a pet peeve?

Has your character committed any crimes (per their universe's laws)? If not, which crime would your character most likely commit?

Who is your character's closest (by relation, fondness, or distance) blood relative?

How does your character feel about riding horses (or your world's closest approximation of a horse if it lacks horses)?

Is your character's first instinct fight or flight? Is there something that could force them to do the opposite?

What is your character's favorite leisure activity?

Is your character holding any grudges? Are they likely to stop?

If your character were trapped on a deserted island, what three things would they want to have with them? Which person would they absolutely hate to be trapped there with? Which person would they enjoy being trapped there with?

Does your character having any health issues, whether they're aware of them or not?

Free Space #2: Which of your OCs would you most like to meet in person, if they could become real (or you could visit them) for a day?

Final Question: Ask me your own question about my OC

Remember: play nice! Send an ask to the person you reblogged this from, and try to send a few to folks that reblog from you!

[witherbythesword]

if the theory of sam reich being replaced by .. evil wizard dalton reich (and i cant believe i am partaking in this discurse) is true..

i've seen some people asking the question about what those childhood tapes mean. Well i am one of the ancient ones that owned vhs tapes and you know you could replace whats stored on those tapes with overwriting it with new material but it would slowly degrade the quality as the magnetic tape the information is stored on isn't necessarly made to be re-recorded on indefinetly which would also explain the degrading quality of the gamechanger episode.

So my theory is that dalton reich wants to erase sam from history and to do this he is slowly erasing any proof that could hint on sam and dalton being two different people. One thing he appearantly needed to do is overwrite these old vhs tapes of sams childhood.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy pride! Can I request god!percy or dealers choice

Aziraphale is a hostage and he doesn't even know it.

There must always be a Supreme Archangel in Heaven.

The Ineffable Plan is shit and it was shit from the start and Crowley doesn't feel a lick of guilt in the part he played in destroying it. Humanity deserved a fighting chance, after all, and they'd made good on it - Adam, a boy after his own heart, had made the choice to save them all.

Crowley had not created the universe only to watch Her destroy it. That was always Her problem, really. Great big ideas and piss poor execution. Which is why She'd give him a long list of impossible ridiculous things and he would work out how to make that make sense in a world where sense is a thing that had to be made.

Eden was a trial run, one of many. Making people in Her own image was proving difficult, because She didn't know what She looked like and had always been resistant to hearing Herself described.

She'd made Adam in the angel's image, and Eve, and it looked like She'd finally made a successful prototype.

Then they'd fought over what was to be made of Earth, of the people, of all the things he'd made in the vastness of space. If there's no people to tilt their heads back and look at it, what's the point of making it? If galaxies exist, but they evoke no wonder, are they even there?

He had decided to make things difficult. He had decided that if humanity was going to go toe to well, metaphorical toe with Her, then they needed an edge.

They needed Knowledge.

His sentencing had been swift and unanimous and he wasn't going to be a 38th level recording angel scrivener, thank you very much. They'd talked and talked about how terrible the PR would be, over another prince of Heaven falling to Hell, and how difficult he was making everything and how extremely bitter they were that he, as a writer in the Book of Life, could not be erased from it without also erasing everything he'd done, which was rather a lot. Pages eleven to three million six hundred and two, to be exact.

So he had not fallen, precisely, so much as sauntered vaguely downwards.

Which he felt was rather obvious, and yet no one seemed to notice, the same way he was able to march back into Heaven with a clothing change. He was impossible, and so he could not exist, and so he did not.

He had wings and he could perform miracles indistinguishable from an angel's and yet no one ever suspected a thing.

He'd though that maybe he would be made when he walked onto holy ground to bail out Aziraphale, but luckily angels don't often seen demons walking into churches. Usually because that's about when they catch fire.

Which suited him just fine, actually. It had all worked out, more or less, until now.

Saraqael had not forgotten him and didn't even try and tell him off for walking right into Heaven. Michael and Uriel's silence had been odder, but he'd had more important things to focus on at the time.

Now he understands why.

They want a new Plan and She isn't giving them one.

The Metatron knows there is one angel who worked alongside Her in the universe's creation. One angel who successfully interfered in Her plans and knocked things astray. One angel who's hands rested besides Hers on the Book of Life.

They don't want Aziraphale to lead.

They want the Archangel Raphael back in his rightful place, the Supreme Archangel, and they want him to once more muck about in Her plans and give them the war they're craving.

And they know going through Aziraphale is their only chance, the one person that could tempt Crowley into taking up his old name and his old mantel and stepping foot once more in blasted Heaven with his halo around his head rather than tattooed along his face.

They have Aziraphale.

Now Crowley can only wait and hope that he figures out the truth in time, before he's forced to defy Aziraphale like he once defied Her.

[pfhwrittes]

prompt: gaz and ghost on overwatch, watching soap talk to their contact on the ground, and roasting him alive on comms. just stepping on his neck nonstop. soap can hear them but can't react because the contact spooks easy -391780

@391780 i LOVED this prompt. nothing makes me happier than Ghost and Gaz banter (there's so much of it in the drafts for misery and festivals). hopefully this little blurb satisfies the prompt!

-- “Permission to speak freely, sir?” 

Soap’s earpiece crackles as Gaz opens the comms, distracting him for a second from the twitchy man in front of him. 

“Go ahead, sergeant.” Ghost rumbles.

“You ever realise that Soap stands with his hip cocked?” Soap can hear the shit eating grin in Gaz’s voice. The sleekit wee bastard. 

“Hm. Looks like a teapot.”

“A teapot, sir?”

“Like the nursery rhyme.” 

The comm crackles again as it cuts off Garrick’s stifled chuckle. 

Soap shifts his stance, subtly redistributing his weight to rest evenly and bringing his hands up to loop his thumbs into the shoulder straps of his vest. There, now he can’t be called a fuckin’ teapot. The informant flicks his eyes over Soap warily. 

The comm clicks on again.

“Think he heard us, sergeant?” Ghost asks, amusement lacing his tone.

“Can’t be sure sir, it appears Cap has taken Soap’s place temporarily.” Gaz’s voice wobbles with repressed laughter. 

“Can’t see it myself, Garrick.”

“Why’s that, sir?” 

“Doubt Price would dare show ‘is face if he had a mop like that on his head.” Ghost deadpans. Soap feels his eye twitch as Gaz chokes back another burst of laughter. Cheeky fuckin’ cunts. 

“Looks -” Gaz cuts off the comm before flicking it back on, “looks like he lost a fight with a pair of clippers -” the comm cuts off again and Soap swears he can hear Gaz wheezing somewhere above him. 

Soap moves one of his hands to scratch at the back of his helmet with his middle finger, aware of the way the informant tracks his movements. If those pair of wallopers blow this op, Soap swears to himself that he’ll dye every single one of Ghost’s balaclavas pink and sew a Saltire on the front of Gaz’s cap in place of the Union Jack. 

Abruptly the tone on the comms change. 

“Garrick.” Ghost snaps, the teasing lilt to the banter is gone and in its place is the hard tone Soap’s heard before when things are about to get dicey. 

“I see ‘em.” 

“Keep them in your sights, I don’t like the look of -” whatever Ghost doesn’t like the look of gets cut off as an explosion sends a shockwave of sound and dust over Soap, forcing him to cover his head from flying debris. 

- 

Much later when the three of them are getting chewed out by Price for “missing a whole fucking truckload of insurgents because you three were too busy dicking around on the bloody comms” Soap decides that his little sewing project isn’t nearly enough in the way of payback.

[m0e-ru]

did everybody remember when atlus finally restored the attendant social link in the steam port and how stupid it actually was

[mae-dwrites]

“You remind me of someone.” her voice was contemplative.

“I do?” she could hear him quirk his eyebrow.

“Yeah.” her voice was unusually quiet.

“Is that good or bad?” he gave a nervous laugh and leaned back watching her.

Dani sighed looking down at the city below them. She didn't quite know. She’d found him but he didn't recognize her.

[flame-shadow]

Fraught + Dream Latte :3

dream weaver

[buglaur]

calloway family reunion ✧

[bisexuallsokka]

Ooo! New prompts. What bout zukka with "Where's my good night kiss?"❤️❤️❤️

Sokka is trying so hard to be quiet, he barely even breathes until he’s made it back to his room in the Fire Nation palace, closing the door and finally inhaling.

"Where's my goodnight kiss?"

He lets out a very manly squeak, his arm automatically reaching for his boomerang before realizing 1) it's just Toph and 2) he must have left it back in Zuko's rooms.

"Fuck you," Sokka says once Toph is done laughing at him, his heart still racing. "What the fuck?"

"That's what I was about to ask you. Where have you been? I came here to for something like an hour ago and have been waiting ever since."

"What did you want?"

"You think I remember?" Toph asks, annoyed. "What were you even doing?"

"You're not my mom," Sokka responds, flicking her on the forehead as he walks over to his bedside table to reach for the lamp and get some light in the room.

Toph punches him in the arm in retaliation. "You're a weirdo. Sneaking around the palace in the middle of the night, someone is going to think you're an assassin. I should report you to the guards."

"Are you done? I'm ready to go to bed now, get out of my room. Ugh, did you even wash your feet before putting them on my bed?"

"Nope," Toph beams, rubbing her feet into the sheets even more, and Sokka swears under his breath. "Come on, I'm nosy, just tell me."

"I was working," Sokka says carefully. It's not a lie, he was working...before Zuko found him in his study and pulled him back to his rooms until they realized it would be pretty suspicious if they happened to be caught in the same room in the morning while their friends were visiting.

Toph is quiet for a moment, and for a second Sokka thinks she detected a lie, but she just smirks. "Oh, is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

"What are you talking about?" Sokka mutters, walking over to the bathroom and brushing his hair out. He's lucky she can't see how disheveled it is, nor can she notice the new mark on his collarbone.

"You've been here for a few months, don't tell me you haven't gotten laid this whole time?" she asks bluntly.

"Toph," he starts, more annoyed than scandalized. He steps out of the bathroom and stands near his bed, facing her with his arms crossed.

"Who is it? Ooh, one of the Kyoshi Warriors?"

"Absolutely not."

"Or maybe one of the cooks? I'm certain the way to your heart is through your stomach."

"Toph--"

"Or is it true what Aang and Katara say about you and the Fire Lord giving each other obnoxious heart eyes all the time?" she asks gleefully. "I bet that's it, you're sneaking around just so no one finds out about the scandal of the century."

He freezes, and after several seconds of silence he realizes it's too late to try and deflect, and he definitely can't cover with a lie. "You can't tell anyone."

She freezes too. "Tell anyone what?" she asks slowly, before her eyebrows raise in shock. "I was just fucking with you!" she says, scrambling off the bed and pointing an accusatory finger at Sokka.

He sighs.

"What do you-- gross! Are you kidding me? You and...oh, shit, I can't believe you just made me think about that. Bleh!"

"I didn't do anything! You wouldn't leave me alone!" Sokka says.

"Who else knows?" she snaps.

"Iroh figured it out, so just him," Sokka sighs.

Toph waits expectantly. "That's it? Not even Aang and Katara?"

"No!"

"This is the best gossip of my life! And I can't even brag to them about finding out first!" Toph groans.

"You're going to let them and the whole palace know if you don't shut up!" Sokka hisses.

Toph scoffs. "Whatever. I'm out of here anyway."

"Where are you going?" Sokka asks.

"Where do you think? I'm going to go yell at Zuko for keeping this from me," Toph says.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Oh oh oh. Can you write something about the chain finding out that Legend’s royalty? And their reactions?

Twilight had to admit, he never grew accustomed to the ornateness of palaces. It probably didn't help that the majority of his time spent in Hyrule Castle was during an active invasion, and therefore the true austerity of the architecture and aesthetic had never entirely been particularly noticeable.

It was surprising to find such a place in a land where Hyrule had been fairly ravaged by war and ruin. Although Legend's Hyrule was not in as bad shape as the traveler's, or perhaps even his wild friend's, it had still seen better days.

Nevertheless, nothing in the castle had prepared him for when his eyes skimmed over a hallway of paintings and settled on a large one depicting the royal family. The king, the queen, Zelda from this land, and...

And Legend?!

Twilight stared at the painting, pivoting so that he was facing it fully. So was this like a congratulatory painting for saving the kingdom so much? That's what this was, right?

Warriors sidled up beside him. "What are you loo--"

The captain grew silent immediately, eyes fixed on the art. Then he barked out a loud laugh. "Oh my goddesses, so this is why he said don't come down this way."

Twilight turned to Warriors. "Wait, what?"

"I think you were too busy going into sensory overload, but Vet was telling us where we could and couldn't go in the palace," Warriors explained.

"So naturally we immediately went here!" Wind added from behind the captain. Then he looked between the two. "So what are we looking at?"

"Our veteran hero is in a painting of the royal family," Warriors snickered.

"Oh. So is he engaged to his Zelda?" Sky asked, coming up to Twilight's other side.

Twilight's face scrunched a little. This was... they needed to figure this out. The last thing they needed to do was assume one relationship when it was the other.

"I think it's just because he saved Hyrule," the traveler commented as he peered over Sky's shoulder.

"Fifty rupees says he's engaged to her," Warriors said with a cheeky grin.

"Maybe he got lost in the castle while they were painting and they just put him in it because he was there," Wind pointed out with a laugh.

"Oh please, Vet never gets lost, he's got eighty thousand maps in his bag at all times," Wild tossed back.

"What if he's part of the family?" Four questioned. "Like, he's blood related?"

Everyone blinked and looked at the smithy, who shrugged under the scrutiny.

Twilight glanced at Sky. Wouldn't that make him...? Well. He wasn't sure. They were still trying to figure out where everyone fit in the timeline.

But it would certainly explain Legend's attitude. Though honestly, if anyone in their group was going to be a haughty noble, it would be the captain.

"I'm pretty sure our veteran said you weren't supposed to be here."

Everyone whirled to see Time standing behind them, arms crossed. The younger ones bowed their heads, sufficiently schooled, when Wild snapped his gaze back up. "Wait a second, that means you're not allowed here either!"

Warriors put a hand on his hip, raising an eyebrow at their leader. "He's not wrong, you know."

"I'm allowed everywhere," Time replied lightly.

"Uh huh," Warriors shot back. "Sure you are."

"Okay, but do you know if Vet is related to the family or engaged?" Twilight burst out. "'Cause we gotta figure this out."

Time smiled. Twilight inhaled sharply in suspense. Their leader knew.

And he wasn't going to say anything.

Everyone groaned in unison.

[crystallizabethine]

I gotchu

Reversed:

[primus-why]

I really love the headcanon that, to tfa warbuilds, challenging an authority figure can also be seen as flirting.

I especially love to imagine Optimus' crew having to temporarily team up with Megatron to take down a threat, and as the leaders continue to butt heads over tactics/protocol, all the 'Bots are like "omg so scary poor Optimus 😣" while the 'Cons are like "omg get a room already 🙄"

[themisterhip]

"Reunion Goes Wrong (kinda <3)."

[shanastoryteller]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!! Mirabel being awesome or Enola Holmes?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5

"I'm thinking of children."

Sherlock lowers his newspaper. "Why? Is it for a case? I know a few."

"How have you found fatherhood?" Enola asks. She's not planning to turn her children into informants, personally, but she supposes they were informants first in her brother’s case.

He actually folds the newspaper and places it on his lap. "What on earth are you talking about? Did you hit your head again? You have to stop doing that."

For fuck's sake. She's not going to argue with him about this. "Doctor!"

There's a crash from the kitchen, a curse, and then John is standing there. He does his best to leave them alone for their standing Thursday meetings. She wonders if she should be concerned that smoke is rising off his shoulder, but Sherlock's boy is Sherlock's problem. "How have you found fatherhood?"

John's dark skin flushes and he looks down and away. "Well - well! You know."

Sherlock jumps to his feet, realizes he has no where to run to, and slowly sits back down. "John, what are you saying? We're not fathers!"

John blinks at him several times, then turns to Enola, but she's not helping him out here. She'd introduced the two of them specifically so John could help manage her brother. "Not... legally?"

Yet whenever any of the irregulars gets in trouble, the police always ring 221B.

"Anyway," she says, moving on even though Sherlock seems to have frozen, either in shock or some sort of internal mental breakdown. "As a marchioness, I am expected to have a child or two. Preferably a son, according to Tewksbury's mother, although he isn't particular himself."

"Are you ready for that?" John asks. "Your detective business is doing so well."

"A few months off won't hurt me," she says. "I have people to do the legwork for a bit."

That seems to snap Sherlock out of it. "Enola, be serious. Even Mother put a pause on her extracurriculars to raise you, however unconventionally."

An interesting way to describe the fact that their mother is at the top of every county's most wanted list, each for a different crime. Sometimes the wheels of progress have to be greased along with a little arson, is all.

"She was alone," Enola says. "She managed her 'extracurriculars' while raising you and Mycroft because Father was alive and then she had to stop with me because she was alone. I'm not alone."

Sherlock softens. "No. You're not."

A bang goes off from the kitchen. John groans and hurries back to it.

Sometimes, John Watson reminds her very much of Mother.

[whump-queen]

✍️ like 3 months ago u said on discord "I did get an idea about a whumper setting a shock collar to detect whumpees heartrate and go off if it exceeded a certain level… eventually they’d have to force their body to ‘relax’ if they wanted the pain to stop" and i haven't stopped thinking about it since

omg I had completely forgot about this but look what I found sitting in my notes app—

Relax

“How many times do I have to say it, hm?”

content: shock collars, restraints, begging, cruel/sadistic whumper, set up to fail

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Whumpee seized as the collar went off again, every muscle in their body tensed and contorted with agony over and over. They didn’t know how many times it took, but at some point they collapsed, limp against the concrete when the current finally stopped.

“P-please—please make it stop.” They let out another choked sob, “I—I can’t do this anymore I—“

Another jolt of electricity sparked straight into their neck and another piercing scream rang out and echoed along the concrete walls.

Whumper only laughed, and when Whumpee looked up at them with those desperate, pleading eyes, Whumper’s lips pursed together and their eyes narrowed. Whumpee knew that look—a mocking gesture of sympathy.

“Awe pet, surely you dont think begging me will do anything, do you?

“I mean,” Whumper lifted their hands up in a universal gesture of innocence, “I’m not even holding a remote right now, am I?”

Whumpee’s eyes widened, “Then how—how are you—“

“I dont control this right now, you do. And if you want it to stop, you’ll need to learn to fucking control yourself.”

It was no use. Their voice kept cracking between words. Whumpee could only let out a pathetic whimper as they sunk limply back into the floor.

Whumper smiled and turned on their heel, snickering when they heard yet another snap of electricity and another desperate shriek of pain.

They reached for the door handle, but a sharp shout from their captive on the floor made their fingers pause.

“Wait! W-wait I— I’ll do anything, I— Please— Please just— just make it st—aaAAGHH—“

Whumper turned to look at the bound shaking figure, twitching with the voltage that never seemed to leave their system for too long.

A condescending smirk slid across their face.

“I’ve already told you. If you want the pain to stop, you’re going to have to relax.”

Whumpee felt fresh, hot tears stream down their face as they watched Whumper disappear through the doorway, locking the door behind them.

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there are a lot of scenarios you could do with a premise like this, this was just drabble wip I had in my notes so! may write more of this idea and I invite anyone else to use this idea if you want (if you do, tag me cuz I wanna read it!)

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