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reality-detective · 5 months ago

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Something To Think About 👇

UNDERSTANDING: "THE WIZARD OF OZ"

"The Wizard of Oz = The Crown Temple. This is not a mere child's story written by L. Frank Baum.

What symbol does "Oz" stand for?

Ounces... Gold.

What is the yellow brick road?

Bricks or ingot bars of gold.

The character known as the Straw Man represents that fictitious ALL CAPS legal fiction a PERSON - the Government created with the same spelling as your Christian birth name.

Remember what the Straw Man wanted from the Wizard of Oz? A brain! No legal fiction has a brain because they have no breath of life!

What did he get in place of a brain? A Certificate. A Birth Certificate for a new legal creation. He was proud of his new legal status, plus all the other legalisms he was granted. Now he becomes the true epitome of the brainless sack of straw who was given a Certificate in place of a brain of common sense.

What about the Tin Man?

Does Taxpayer Identification Number (TIN) mean anything to you?

The poor TIN Man just stood there mindlessly doing his work until his body literally froze up and stopped functioning. He worked himself to death because he had no heart nor soul. He's the heartless and emotionless creature robotically carrying out his daily task as if he was already dead. He's the ox pulling the plough and the mule toiling under the yoke. His masters keep him cold on the outside and heartless on the inside in order to control any emotions or heart he may get a hold of.

The pitiful Cowardly Lion was always too frightened to stand up for himself.

Of course, he was a bully and a big mouth when it came to picking on those smaller than he was. They act as if they have great courage, but they really have none at all. All roar with no teeth of authority to back them up. When push came to shove, the Cowardly Lion always buckled under and whimpered when anyone of any size or stature challenged him. He wanted courage from the Grand Wizard, so he was awarded a medal of "official" recognition. Now, regardless of how much of a coward he still was, his official status made him a bully with officially recognized authority. He's just like the Attorneys who hide behind the Middle Courts of the Temple Bar.

What about the trip through the field of poppies? They weren't real people, so drugs had no effect on them.

The Wizard of Oz was written at the turn of the century, so how could the author have known America was going to be drugged? The Crown has been playing the drug cartel game for centuries. Just look up the history of Hong Kong and the Opium Wars. The Crown already had valuable experience conquering all of China with drugs, so why not the rest of the world?

Who finally exposed the Wizard for what he really was?

Toto, the ugly (or cute, depending on your perspective) and somewhat annoying little dog. Toto means "in total, all together; Latin in toto." Notice how Toto was not scared of the Great Wizard's theatrics, yet he was so small in size compared to the Wizard, no-one seemed to notice him. The smoke, flames and hologram images were designed to frighten people into doing as the Great Wizard of Oz commanded. Toto simply went over, looked behind the curtain - the court - (see the definition for curtain above), saw it was a scam, and started barking until others paid attention to him and came to see what all the barking was about.

Just an ordinary person controlling the levers that created the illusions of the Great Wizard's power and authority. The veil hiding the corporate legal fiction and its false courts were removed. The Wizard's game was up.

It's too bad that people don't realize just how loud a bark from a little dog is. What about your bark? No matter how small your bark is - it can be heard.

Do you just remain silent and wait to be given whatever food and recognition, IF any, your legal slave master gives you?

Are you going to continue to follow the script by what they command of you? You are NOT a puppet so when they pull the levers to create their False Flags/Black Swan Events...

Ask: "Where is YOUR bark?" 🤔

What scares them? A "Pack of Dogs" removing the veil and all barking together, then the evil cowards will back down. They definitely do NOT want ALL of US standing TOGETHER barking.

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hemoglobinjuicebox · 4 months ago

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I'm mentally ill for him

1.8k words, Smut (18+), P in V, Allusions to past abuse

It had to be perfect. Today had to be perfect, for one day’s grace was all you were given.

The wakeful pink hue of the sky had barely begun to creep over the cloudless horizon as Astarion crept about. His locks hung around his sharp cheeks, wound in loose, wonderful coils that bounced as he walked. He had no time to tame his mane. The half-empty jar of ox fat and his comb would have to wait. There were much more important matters to attend to.

You, for instance. You were the most important matter of them all. Anyone that had any other (wrong) opinion could see Astarion about it, and he would relive the joys of overruling objections once again. How hilariously cruel, he had laughed many a tenday after killing Cazador, that he was turned into the “bloodsucking monster” so many of the losing cases thought he was. A dull ache thrummed in his still heart, and Astarion thought it best not to linger on his humors.

The white woolen trim of his favorite navy blue robe thumped against his calves as he hurried to draw shut the black velvet drapes of the hall. Slivers of sun pricked his pallid skin, but Astarion knew the dance well. If he held it at just the right angle, the copper rings wouldn’t catch on the knicks in the rods, and the drapes would follow smoothly. The little burns would fade away to the most darling freckles that were just barely visible to the untrained eye. He had freckles once, before the incident. They were never so lovely.

He padded along the ancient darkwood planks and limestone walls that had been there long before he was born (and that would surely be there long after), sparing the light only an occasional glance as he went. With each loss of sun, an iron sconce would alight in its stead. So clever and generous of Gale to create such a spell for the two of you. He asked for not one coin, either, citing the love of the challenge as payment enough for him. Astarion almost called his business practices into question, then he remembered that the wizard needed no special incantation to cast Sleep, for he could do it at will through a lecture. Gods only knew Astarion had sat through enough lectures in his life.

Ten windows. That was how many he had to close before he arrived at your doors. They were twice as tall as he was and twice as wide, too. With polished gold—not silver; unfortunately, it still hurt him—handles and a sculpted arch with the Elvish word for… master’s chamber—was it?---etched into the plaque above them. He squinted. The strokes were unfamiliar yet familiar all the same. It was something along those lines, and Astarion was fine to leave it at that.

He pushed down on the handle, opened the door closest to him, and slinked into your room. It shut with a soft click as the latch reunited with the strike plate.

Astarion had no dance to perform here. He had no drapes to tug across the glass, no sun to avoid. All he had was you, and, frankly, you were much more enjoyable than bursting into flames. Especially when you were snuggled up in bed, clutching the white cotton coverlet and grey linens to your chin and reaching across the mattress onto his side, your fingers groping the empty space—

You were looking for him.

Astarion was back in bed and at your side in an instant. He took you into his arms, laid his hands over yours, and gingerly lifted your head to make himself your cushion. You needed to feel him. He was no stranger to the feeling himself, but you tended to disappear from his hold just by simply rolling onto your stomach—not by leaving completely. He always found you quickly, too. There was only so much bed space you had to dally around on before you fell off. He kissed your forehead, your temple, anywhere he could reach. That small, bewildered frown soon curled into a content smile; you had found him. You could sleep soundly again.

Though he adored how sweet a face you wore as you slept, Astarion needed you awake. He was a rogue, a thief, and a charlatan through and through, but there were some things one just did not steal.

“Rise and shine, my love,” he crooned, pressing a feather-light kiss to the top of your head. “I have a surprise for you, but you’ll have to open your eyes for me.” You mumbled something into the softness of his robe, then you lifted your head.

And when you gazed up at him with those sleep-riddled, half-lidded eyes and groggy pout, his entire being melted.

Astarion beamed. “Good morning, darling. How did you sleep?”

“Pretty well,” you replied with a slight slur to your words. Oh, you were just the cutest thing. You tried to put your head back down, but he propped it up with his thumb and index finger on your chin.

“Ah-ah,” he chided, his voice a light lilt. “Stay awake for me. I can’t have you half-asleep and take your answer in good conscience.” You rubbed the sands of the night from your lashes. At the first two quick blinks, Astarion knew you were at full attention. “Thank you. Now, since this is your first day off in the past five months, I thought we could start your morning off with something special. It has been a while since our last tender embrace…”

He shifted, guiding you onto your back as he straddled your hips. His lips met yours and brushed against them as he whispered: “Will you let me make love to you?”

In one pulse of your heart, you agreed. He felt your body start to stir. He could hear the blood rushing to your cheeks, to your neck, to your chest—by the gods’ good graces, that sound got him going far more than anything else ever did. You did that for him and only him. You were his. The two of you had tried other people (namely Halsin), but it didn’t work. It was fun, of course, but being alone with you felt so much better. It was easier. It was more intimate. Perhaps that was what got Astarion so riled up.

Or perhaps it was the way you squirmed as he discarded your night clothes with such ease. He wasted no time sliding your shirt over your head and slipping your pants off and throwing them somewhere behind him. His robe went with them shortly after, leaving you both in your bares save for your underwear. He felt you shiver as his icy palms roamed the swell of your hips and warm, gentle expanse of your thighs.

A slender finger caught the waistband of your underwear and tugged at the lace in a silent request for your permission. You nodded your head, and your underwear was gone not three seconds later. Astarion's would stay on. Just for the while. He nudged your legs apart with his own, slotting his knee under yours to lock you in place. One hand came to cradle your cheek as he kissed you; the other cupped your breast, stroking the pert bud in soft flicks with his thumb. He felt your arms relax over his shoulders and draw languid patterns along the nape of his neck. The way you felt beneath him, the way you moved, the way you whined into his lips when he teased you for a little too long…

Oh, how he loved it.

He pulled away from you with a satisfied hum. His hands lingered on your sides. “Lay back for me and just hold on, my love. I don't want you to do a thing. You work enough as it is. You deserve to be pampered for once.”

He hooked your legs around his hips, then adjusted the pillows to cushion your head and back. If you were going to be sore, then you were going to be sore from pleasure and nothing less—especially not from some ache in your neck. The only ache allowed in your neck were his fangs!

A hand traveled from your waist to the junction between your legs and found you drooling with anticipation. You whimpered and tried to rock yourself against his fingers. “No, no,” he cooed, pushing you back down with his free hand. “You're not to move a muscle to do anything but lay there and be perfect.”

He started with one finger, pumping slowly and surely. One became two, curling within you, hitting your core every time. Your meek, needy little moans were music to his pointy ears, and he played you with the dexterous, precise fingers of a practiced violinist. Soon, he couldn't help himself. The strong, heady scent of your arousal was going to drive him mad. He needed to be with you, be in you, now.

With you so masterfully prepared and soaked, Astarion slid his fingers from your core with a lewd squelch that made you gasp and threw away his briefs. He thought himself a decent size: big enough to please, but certainly not excessive. It had class. Were he any bigger, he'd be a brute.

“Are you ready for me?” he whispered in your ear. He felt you shudder, then you nodded.

Astarion pushed his hips forward and notched himself at your entrance. In one swift, smooth motion, he pushed inside you, swallowing your cry with his kiss. Your nails dug into the old, jagged scars that littered his back. He much preferred the sting of your ecstacy to that of Cazador's blade. Your blissful tears were ten time sweeter than the ones he shed.

He rolled into you at a slow pace, his touching but briefly with your hips with each thrust. He savored your murmurs, your quiet pleas, and your whimpers. He savored the warmth of your core and the softness of your skin. He savored how you looked up at him with those full, teary eyes that begged for him to keep going.

Your walls fluttered around the length of his cock. Your breathing grew quick. Your whispers and small ‘uh-uh-uh's became the most wanton sounds he had ever heard. They could have made Sharess blush.

You finished not with a bang, but a whimper as his lips stole yours again and took your breath from them. He felt your thighs quake and your walls clench around him. Your release spilled down his shaft and onto the sheets. Astarion stalled and settled atop your heaving form. He had the stamina to go twenty more rounds, but you needed some respite.

But as soon as you caught your breath, you were his again, for the rest of the day.

Forever.

#astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #bg3 #bg3 smut

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hollowed-theory-hall · 1 month ago

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Don't you think it's a little weird that only Hermione (and even Harry to a certain extent) are the only characters who show any sort of sympathy to house elves throughout the books? It's understandable that purebloods and halfbloods don't see it because they are raised in a world that is deeply brainwashed by such prejudices. So, counting them out, but what about the muggleborns who know and understand what slavery is? Surely, some of them would be aware of it considering that Fred and George did too and the Hufflepuffs are said to live very close to the kitchen as well. Hermione also went around vocalising her cause to many people so they would have learnt about it at least then. Do you think that's just poor writing on JKR's part or are there deeper reasons for this?

Hey, Ron and Sirius also show sympathy for House Elves:

“You mean we ought to get them fighting?” asked Harry. “No,” said Ron seriously, “I mean we should tell them to get out. We don’t want any more Dobbies, do we? We can’t order them to die for us—“

(DH, Ch31)

“Hermione, will you give it a rest with the elf!” said Ron. Sirius shook his head and said, “She’s got the measure of Crouch better than you have, Ron. If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”

(GoF, Ch27)

Don't take their characters away from them (yes, Sirius isn't nice to Kreacher, but that is personal).

And, I talked about this in literally my first post on here, but there aren't that many muggleborns in their world.

Like, in Harry's year we have Hermione and Justin, and we have Dean (who thinks he's muggleborn, though he's technically a half-blood, but we'll count him anyway) while everyone else in Harry's year is implied to be pureblood or half-blood. That means each year has, let's say 2-4 muggleborn students. If a year is 40 students, that's 5%-10% muggleborns. If the number of students per year is 100 like some of the "hundreds of students in the hall" lines imply, that would be 2%-4% muggleborns a year.

From the reactions of the Order members who come to pick up Harry, they all seem to have been raised in the Wizarding World. Lily seems to be the only muggleborn in the Order the first time around (and second, depending on if you count Hermione as an Order member).

The number of muggleborns in the Wizarding World is less than 5% of their population. So, the number of people who see house-elves as slaves is already really low (because it's not that purebloods/half-bloods don't know slavary is bad, they just don't think of house-elves as slaves). And we don't know what Justin or the Creevey brothers think about house elves. They might just not be interested in SPEW for reasons unrelated to their thoughts of house-elf slavery (it is a very flawed method to go about house-elves' rights. But also Hermione is 14, so it's understandable).

Hermione took a jam tart. Then she said, “Did you get all this from the kitchens, Fred?” “Yep,” said Fred, grinning at her. He put on a high-pitched squeak and imitated a house-elf. “ ‘Anything we can get you, sir, anything at all!’ They’re dead helpful . . . get me a roast ox if I said I was peckish.” [...] “Going to try and lead the house-elves out on strike now, are you?” said George. “Going to give up all the leaflet stuff and try and stir them up into rebellion?” Several people chortled. Hermione didn’t answer. “Don’t you go upsetting them and telling them they’ve got to take clothes and salaries!” said Fred warningly “You’ll put them off their cooking!”

(GoF, Ch21)

Fred and George know about the kitchens and the elves there, and they fall into the same line of thinking as almost every pureblood character we see, including Ron, until the last book: "They like being slaves. It's how house-elves are"

(The exception to this is Sirius and perhaps Regulus)

The line I bolded is the general opinion of students on SPEW. They laugh at Hermione's idea. That's because of the statistics I mentioned above, over 96% of Hogwarts students were raised with the belief that house-elves are happy as they are. Of course, they wouldn't see it as a problem; they don't really see them as slaves, and Hermione repeatedly fails to explain the actual problem since she's too aggressive and completely ignores the actual house-elves she is trying to help because she thinks she knows so much better. She is just as condescending towards house-elves, just, from a different angle.

And even the 2%-4% muggleborns might not see as much of an issue. Remember, they are taken into the Wizarding World at 11. Hermione is very stubborn and tends to think she's always right (especially when younger), but a lot of 11-year-old kids, if all their friends and the adults around them tell them "house-elves like serving us, and it's fine, they're not slaves", they would eventually believe it, or at least, act like they do to not stand out and be ridiculed (as happens to Hermione).

#harry potter #harry james potter #hermione granger #harry potter meta #hp meta #hp #hollowedtheory #asks #anonymous #wizarding world #wizarding society #spew #house elves

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quitealotofsodapop · 8 months ago

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Ooh, the Stone Egg coming out when Xiaotian is courtnapped by Ruyi? Xiaotian is already stressed out from being abducted by a creepy older guy and now having to deal with Demon Bull family drama and Ruyi's incel/conservative uncle behavior-

But-

*slides idea that DBK's parents still alive and FURIOUS when they learn that their great-grandbaby is being born early because their son's an idiot and adding to the drama when the grandchild they never met SLAMS down the door to get to his mate*

Best way to describe my idea of the Immortal Ruyi is somewhere between "Scar" from Lion King + a stereotypical dark wizard.

Ruyi feels inferior to his older brother, banished or not. He feels that he must scrounge and hoard whatever power he must in order to secure his position - everything except changing a thing about himself.

When the Pilgrims encountered Ruyi; he was busy extorting the Kingdom of Women for access to the Abortion Spring - water that acted as a 100% guaranteed birth control for women (and unlucky monks) who did not want to have children. It wasn't just a matter of money - Ruyi has some pretty backwards ideas of what women should be "thankful for".

Makes sense why the Pilgrims beat the crap out of him and steal back all the money and treasures he's extorted from the women.

The Underworld is pretty inuslar - not much commincation between Realms happens down there. Even in the capital city of Youdu, communities are pretty self-isolating.

Except ever since what happened with the Ten Kings...

Yama/Yanluo needs to hire new staff.

Ruyi thinks he'd be a shoe-in for one of the Ten Kings! If only he had a good piece of arm candy to show off to the court...

Ruyi has a Compliant Hook that acts very simialrly to Wukong's Staff - and he might just use it to "hook" himself a stolen bride.

MK: (*finally managed to sneak out of the apartment to get a limited flavour of cheese tea*) Ruyi: (*whisks him away like an old-timey dastardly villain*) The Stone Egg, waking up: "Oh? It's game time now?"

MK of course; is NOT HAPPY with being kidnapped by some old incel demon to a corner of the Underworld!

Even more so when he realises from context clues that this is Red's Uncle!

Ruyi thinks it's foolproof. MK is a creation of Nüwa herself, and helped stabilise all of creation with actions - having him as a spouse would be major Rep points!

MK: "Dude! I'm taken! By your nephew!" Ruyi, preparing a concoction of spring water: "Do not worry. I will remove that roadblock when we come to it. Now you be a good wife and stop scolding me." MK, growing more and more furious: "I AINT YOUR WIFE!"

MK's own kaiju-form tries to activate, but can't due to the immense discomfort he's in. Only he knows the real reason for the cramping. He whispers to his baby to hold on just a little longer, as he staunchly refuses every piece of food or drink his captor tries shoving at him.

The chaos of the courtnapping, plus MK's own loud objections - alert the true masters of the Underworld Ox Palace...

I imagine DBK assumed that his parents had passed in the centuries he'd been gone - only to realise that they weren't dead, just retired from the political scene.

Ránshāo/燃烧 ("to ignite") and Fādǒu/发抖 ("shivering") were an arranged pair from birth - the union of two royal oxen clans spanning both the Hot and Cold Narakas of the Underworld.

One a dense, long-haired plume of fire. One a stern pillar of ice. Unseparable. If DBK respected anything of his parents; it was their bond.

From their union came the one who would be named "THE Demon Bull King"... and their second-born Ruyi.

They try not to play favourites but... the incident in the Kingdom of Women has soured their opinion over Ruyi's political standings. They have tried hard to throw off the imperial politics their own predecessors had imposed, and return to the "old ways". But clearly their current heir isn't wise to change.

The only thing stopping them from welcoming DBK back into their home is ultimately; Pride. If he didn't seek them out, neither would they.

Cycle of bull-headedness.

Until they smell and hear that their second-born has courtnapped himself an unwilling bride. One already with child.

MK: (*terrified and heavily pregnant*) Ruyi, showing off his prize: "Well..?" (*both ox demons look at one another... before slapping Ruyi across the head.*) Ránshāo: "YOU FOOL. Courtnapping is only legitimate if the other party accepts your affection!" Fādǒu, leaning down to MK: "The poor thing is shaking! Did you steal them from their maternity nest!? Their birth clan will have our heads if talk gets out!" Riyu, scrambling: "Well uh- I feel that they would be the perfect spouse for the heir of the Underworld Ox clan! Sun Wukong's successor is-" Both Oxen, so loud it shakes the palace: "THE WHAT?!" Ránshāo: "Are you telling me, this child is the successor of the ONE DEMON able to match our family in battle!? And you dared to kidnap him for your own selfish desires!?!" Fādǒu, hugging MK to her cool fur: "And what of their mate? Surely the existence of the calf in their stomach signals an existing sire!" Ruyi, kowtowing: "The child they carry was immaculately formed! Like the waters of the Mother-Child River! If it is an issue, I will remove it using the Spring-" (*Ruyi receives angry huffs from both parents, their breaths combining to create a boiling mist that forces him back*) Ránshāo: "Get out of my sight. We'll deal with you later." Ruyi: (*scuttles away by a cockroach*) Fādǒu, voice soft: "Child, does your clan know where you are?" MK, calming down: "No... but I imagine that they won't rest until they find me. Macaque can hear for miles, and Mei put trackers on my phone." Ránshāo: "We should prepare for guests then. We must apologize to them for the distress our second-born has caused." Fādǒu: "Is what Ruyi said true? That your child has no sire?" MK, little embarassed: "Uh! Well! It's a stone monkey thing I accidentally did. Baby is technically being made by me alone, but with Dao my body absorbs from my closest peeps and mate." Fādǒu: "Then who is your-?" (*The gates of the Underworld Ox Palace burst open as a stampede of kaijus arrive on-scene; dragon, demon, and celestial among them. The lead of the charge is a fiery cloud in the shape of a bull - the eyes burning with True Fire. The bull crashes through the front gates and throne room, trampling any obstable in it's path. It's charge only stopping when they see the monkey demon.*) Kaiju!Red Son, bellowing deep: "RETURN HIM." MK, surprised but delighted: "Red!!" :D! Both Oxen: (*share same looks of confusion and wonder*)

The sight in the palace is adorable; the tiny monkey demon waddling as fast as he can to embrace their mate, their furry arms not even able to encompass the snout. The massive bull gently nudging their smaller mate's face and belly, as if to ask "Are you okay?" The fire receding back to it's natural shape and size as more desperate kisses are shared.

No arrows or swords drawn - the appearance of Sun Wukong in his War Form put the fear of Buddha in every single one of the Oxen Palace guards.

And the appearance of the prodigal son put joy in their hearts.

DBK: (*arrives seconds later in his regular form, PIF on his shoulder. He looks confused as he realises where Red Son's trail has lead them.*) DBK, seeing the royal couple: "Mother? Father?" The Oxen couple: "Jǐn Cài Niu!?"

Ránshāo and Fādǒu don't even question why their first-born is there. The fiery tornado that ripped through their palace was nearly identical to the kaiju-form of their elder son - only now sporting the True Winds of the boy's celestial mother.

PIF herself is caught in the embrace. She's shocked by the closeness. She had not seen her in-laws in millennia - but now they greet her as if she were beloved kin? She barely manages to squeeze out of the giants' hold to watch her husband reunite with his parents.

Fādǒu: "A grandson! Xiaoniu - a grandson! And you never told us!" DBK, crying with frustration and joy: "I assumed that you did not care for him! I sent many letters to Father's office over the centuries!" Ránshāo, angry growl: "My office... the same office your younger brother as occupied for the last eon?" DBK, realising: "That bast-" Fādǒu, pulls his ear: "Do not finish that exclamation, calf." Ránshāo: "Do not blame him, my snowdrop. If Ruyi is only responsible for what happened today, he should be so lucky to live to see the next one." PIF, floating above the oxen: "I take it you've met our son's intended?" Fādǒu, gasping: "The expectant one!? Oh dear... barely a moment to adjust to knowing we're grandparents..." Ránshāo: "Now we are to expect our first great-grandchild!" Wukong, leans in to whisper: "So. We aren't in a fighting mood now, right?" DBK: "No. Now is not time for quarrel... unless you wish to catch up with my little brother. Odds are; he's already fled the palace." Mei, racing past in dragon-mode: "I CALL FIRST DIBS!"

Reunions and curb-stomps are cut short however - as MK is forced to reveal something that has been causing him grief ever since Ruyi kidnapped him.

Macaque, ears flickering: "He's in labour." Everyone present: "WHAT!?" MK, smiling through winces of pain: "Surprise?" Red Son: (*turns Kaiju-form off and in a feral rush, carries MK to a soft surface*)

Everyone is panicking, even the ones trained in midwifery. Wukong is stammering as he tries to manifest supplies from his transformed hair. Pigsy and Tang are screaming - realising that they need to grab the Bodhisattva Kṣitigarbha just in case babies aren't supposed to be born down here.

PIF is holding MK's hand, coaching him through the contractions and kissing his sweat-soaked brow. She knows the pain he's enduring.

Red is holding MK's other hand, not minding that the bones are most certainly broken by the stone monkey's grip. He's silent with excitement and fear.

Nezha briefly disappears, returning with Guanyin and Xiwangmu themselves at his side.

Guanyin: "When Nezha told me you were due - I certainly did not expect to come here! It's been some time." MK, Wukong & Macaque: "Same!"

It seems that the second MK is assured everything is prepared; the Egg pretty much shoots out - cracked and ready to go. The other monkeys barely have time to collect the broken rainbow-quartz shell when the baby starts howling to the universe.

The Room: (*stunned silent*) Newborn Haoye: (*immediately chirping and clinging to MK*) Macaque: "Wow. That kid did not wait at all to be born." Wukong: "Stress from the courtnapping probably scared him out." (*angry growls radiate around the room. Ruyi will be lucky to be found alive after tonight.*) Red Son & MK: (*both unintelligible blubbering*) "He is so small!!" "And orange!"

Xiwangmu nearly roars at seeing her great-grandcub alive and so loud. Her fellow great-grandparents do not hesistate to embrace the Empress when she hugs them out of joy. ("He's beautiful!" "He is!" "His taigong would have adored him!" "Did he get his fur from you Empress?")

The Underworld and the Celestial Realm are united fully in this moment... all for a tiny orange puffball who's barely a minute old.

Tang faints obviously. Pigsy holds it together long enough to say hi to his grandpiglet before passing out on the nearest sofa. Wukong and Macaque get a few sniffs in before joining Pigsy on the sofa.

All is calm.

Then Haoye sneezes and rainbow-coloured flames shoot out.

The Room: ( 0_0)? MK, laughing nervously: "Oh yeah. The Five Stones! Ha ha ha-!" Nezha, defusing: "To be fair... I spit rainbows." Mei, taking photos: "Aww, our little rainbow monkey man!!" <3

Now the baby has another set of great-grandparents to visit!

If one of the Man Yue gifts is a familar ox skull - MK doesn't comment on it.

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poptartcat · 2 months ago

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Someone get Darry smh

Think fast

huh what OH SHIT OH FUCK— 💥💥💥

#wizard of ox x outsiders when #<—- Okay first we have Dally as Dorothy #Two-Bit is the Tin Man #Ponyboy’s the cowardly lion #Johnny is Toto (bc he’s the pet)#Darry’s the scarecrow #idk Steve can be the house or the munchkins idk I’ve only seen the movie twice #(All /j)

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John Walker Masterlist

35 Cheesy Pick-Up Lines That John Walker Tried On Bucky Barnes (ao3) - Wolfy_McWolfFace bucky/john M, 1k

Summary: "You know we never stop tasting our tongues?" Bucky asked out of the blue. "How about I taste yours for a change?" John replied, trying to hide the blush that furiously attacked his cheeks. "You smooth motherfucker." Sam laughed as the pair refused to look at each other.

Blue lights and God's grace (ao3) - machoffinland T, 1k

Summary: To others, Captain America was still Steve Rogers, a perfect hero, a supersoldier who had saved the world several times over. To John Walker, however, Captain America was the worst mistake of his life.

Coming Together For Him (ao3) - BarnesRogersCo G, 1k

Summary: The Thunderbolts team finds a kid on their mission, and Yelena and John are sent out together to get supplies to help.

Communication for Dummies (ao3) - six_demon_bag bucky/john T, 2k

Summary: Bucky is nursing unrequited feelings for his straight best friend John, only to get hit with a tsunami of jealousy when John goes on a date with a man.

Heard you got a friend, what's his head like? (ao3) - Fujoshi_Urameshi bucky/john E, 1k

Summary: Walker attempts to coordinate a mission with Bucky as part of The New Avengers, it doesn't quite work out.

John Walker Has a Heart (ao3) - hyperactiveemo4fvr john/bob T, 2k

Summary: A trauma gathering caused by John in the bathroom at 2 a.m.

John Walker Must Die (ao3) - hyperactiveemo4fvr john/bob T, 1k

Summary: John gets tasked to train Bob in self defending— despite his will. It ends up taking a weird turn.

John Walker: U.S. Agent (ao3) - ShadowPuncher T, 2k

Summary: A couple of years ago, John Walker had it all. He was a celebrated War Hero, the inheritor of the Captain America mantle. He had a wife he was desperately in love with, a best friend he would die for, and a country he believed in more than anything. And then he lost it all. His best friend was killed. He was discharged of duty, his rank as Captain America stripped from him. His wife divorced him and took his child with her. Now all he has left is his job, operating as the U.S. Agent for the defense company OXE and its CEO, Valentina Allegra De Fontaine.

Now, De Fontaine has a new mission for John, one that will put him in the middle of a conspiracy involving political secrets, hidden islands, insidious cabals of supervillains - and yes, androids, aliens, and wizards. Aiding him in this is Jim Hammond, another agent of De Fontaine operating under the codename Torch with super soldier powers and a murky past. Can Hammond be trusted? And will John be able to prevent sinister forces from obtaining Valentina's mysterious asset?

This story takes place in the MCU in late 2026, following John Walker's story leading up to his appearance in Thunderbolts*.

keep your friends close (ao3) - kickflaw, kocuria-arts (kocuria) bucky/john, implied john/lemar E, 16k

Summary: After John Walker takes the serum, all the worst parts about him—his ruthlessness, his violence, his need to be special—are exacerbated. Including his obsession with Captain America and the aching emptiness in the place where his best friend once stood.

John just wants to do the job he was given, dammit. The way he figures, in order to do that, he needs to get what Rogers had. What Sam Wilson stole. Not just the fancy shield, no. That came later. What Steve Rogers had was Bucky Barnes. Best friend, ally, sidekick. Lover. The man at his six and in his bed.

If John can get Bucky Barnes, well. He must be Captain America, not that thief, Wilson.

(The truth is, John Walker wants to be Steve Rogers, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.)

Let me get what I want (Lord knows it would be the first time) (ao3) - kurokencanon bucky/john, steve/bucky N/R, 5k

Summary: Bucky Barnes knows loss too well, the weight of it presses into his every breath. The absence of Steve still shapes his world in ways he can’t escape. John Walker knows something different but just as painful: the hollow ache of never being enough, never filling the space Rogers left behind.

Right Place, Right Time (ao3) - deathbycinnamon bucky/john E, 4k

Summary: Bucky gets drunk at a house-party, and hooks up with his frenemy, John.

The rest, is history.

Say His Name (ao3) - helens78 bucky/john E, 3k

Summary: John Walker just got a new job assignment, and he wants to celebrate by finding someone who wants it really, really rough. He finds someone on a hookup app, and for once, it’s someone who can take everything he can dish out. And it’s not like John cares if the guy’s a combat vet with a prosthetic arm he’s hiding under a leather jacket and gloves.

Slice of Happiness (ao3) - hulkling616 (retenish) yelena/kate, bucky/john G, 1k

Summary: Yelena figures out Bucky and John are dating. She has their backs.

Shovel Talk (ao3) - Megamix07 yelena/kate, ava/john T, 819

Summary: Alexi and Jack decide their pseudo daughter's partners need the talk

Supremacists (S01E04 Continuation) (ao3) - EvilApril T, 8k

Summary: SPOILERS! Post-Episode S01E04 The Whole World Is Watching. Something snaps in John Walker. Bucky and Sam being at the other end of his rage end up on the run. With an injured Bucky, Sam has the task to get them to safety.

tonight is gonna be the loneliest (ao3) - six_demon_bag bucky/john E, 9k

Summary: John and Bucky have reached a cold truce after working together for years, no matter what other feelings John is suppressing. Bucky going into heat unexpectedly throws their connection into a new territory.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #thunderbolts #john walker #john walker masterlist

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inbabylontheywept · 2 years ago

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An Honorary Troll

Breaker paused a moment, taking in the sight of the mage in front of him. The robes, the beard, the aloof expression - those were all typical.

The staff was not.

“You cast with that?” he asked, half impressed.

The mage swung the thing off his shoulders overhand and planted its blade into the dirt. It was the first truly threatening staff Breaker had ever seen. The blade on its end was almost as long as the haft itself, counterbalanced at the end by a polished lump of amber larger than a goose's egg. The damn thing looked more like a polearm than a casting aid.

Breaker waited a few moments to see if the human was going to respond to his question. He didn’t. Part of him, the proud part, was happy to finally be taken seriously. The smart part of him suspected he was going to miss the advantage of being underestimated.

Breaker unslung his massive warhammer from his shoulders, its half-slowed fall still weighty enough to be felt through the mages thick work boots, loud enough to be felt in both of their chests.

Then he blitzed the length of the bridge.

The mage’s eyes widened, his wizened hands beginning to twitch out a ward. Breaker knew there wasn’t time. The gap was too short. He was already beginning his overhead swing of the hammer, half falling, the full power of his speed, strength, and weight poured into one crushing blow. He knew that the secret to hitting a mage was giving them everything you had, as hard as possible, as fast as possible, as close as possible. The more time they had to think and react, the more dangerous they’d become, and the more time he had needed to chase and smash, the more tired he’d get. Thank the Gods this was gonna work. Extended fights were-

The wizard grinned.

A spell went off. Not a ward. Simpler. A small jet of flame shot out of the amber orb, rotating the blade to vertical in a fraction of a second. The wizard half relaxed as he planted the staff in the gravel, looking forward like a huntsman versus a charging boar.

Breaker knew he couldn’t slow down. He couldn’t dodge. The one mercy he could see was that the tip was aimed at his chest, not his gut. He’d rather choke on blood than rot from the inside. He closed his eyes before impact, not wanting to see the blade sink into him.

It didn’t.

He heard the crunch of gravel give way to the crunch of his nose as the mage threw a haymaker into his sidestep, staff moved helpfully to the side. He was half glad for the blow because it helped him get his center of balance back under him again. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to get a blow in with the hammer again, it needed too much time to build momentum, but he still turned to face the wizard, every instinct insisting that he couldn’t take his eyes off the little man for more than a moment.

He turned out to be right. If he’d turned his head half as fast he wouldn’t have had enough time to dodge the cudgel end of the staff, swung like a bat at the back of his skull. If he hadn’t been outmaneuvered at every step of this fight, he’d have assumed that swinging from the direction his bad eye was on was just luck. The fact that he knew it was intentional implied that his opponent had a level of martial expertise that even most knights lacked.

With no space to use the hammer, he used the next best weapon in his arsenal: His body. His leg snapped out hard, his massive height letting him connect the blow easily with the old man’s chest. He felt something give, and watched with some small satisfaction as the human went bouncing down the bridge’s center path

Well, he didn’t need an invitation.

He couldn’t move quite as the fast as he’d launched the mage away, but it was a close thing. The pause gave him time to get the momentum he needed to swing the hammer. He felt like an ox behind a cart, the weight behind building into something unblockable, undodgeable, un-

Unbelievable.

The little man ended his tumble on all fours, splayed like a tree frog. The hammer was already bearing down on him, too late in the swing for Breaker to change course, even as he watched the final twitch that signaled a ward was cast. The hammer slammed into the mages hunched back harmlessly, the force of the blow charging the ward like a magical battery. The maniacal grin the little man had worn ever since that first blitz widened half a step further, silver molars on full display, and then-

He flew. Rather than directing the force into some sort of attack, rather than buying himself time and space, the two classical friends of all mages, the little bastard directed all of his stored up energy downwards. The blast launched him up, bringing him from all fours at shin height to eye level in a fraction of a second. He probably would’ve headed up another six or seven feet if he hadn’t grabbed ahold of Breaker’s left horn. His upward momentum swung him full circle around it, his journey ending abruptly as he drove the armored soles of both of his decidedly un-wizardly boots into the back of Breaker’s skull.

If Breaker had been an ogre, or a nightkin, or even a giant, he’d have been out cold. But Breaker was a full-blooded troll, and the horns on his head weren’t just for ornamentation. If he charged a brick wall there was a coin flips chance he’d be the winner. The boots never stood a chance.

The wizard managed to get two more vicious, if slightly panicked kicks in before Breaker’s fists managed to catch up. They grabbed him by the collar of his coarse green robe and yanked him forward, over his shoulder. The old man looked slightly sheepish, dangling from the inhumanely large hands of his opponent.

Breaker cut to the chase.

“You could’ve killed me on the first charge.”

The mage nodded. There wasn’t a whole lot else he could do. His robes were caught so tightly in the troll’s grasp that they acted like a straitjacket.

“Why didn’t you?”

The wizard went for earnestness. He’d been told it was his saving grace.

“You did not deserve death. This is your bridge. I just could not afford the toll.”

The robe tightened further as the troll’s fist clenched.

“Do you wish that you killed me when you had the chance?”

The wizard snorted.

“Murder you, for the price of a goat? No. If I could make a wish, I’d wish I could swim.”

The troll let go with one fist, its thumb trailing back to its mouth. A large, sharp tooth clamped down on the meaty pad of the digit, drawing a thick bead of green blood. The wizard’s confusion blossomed into disgust as the ichor was smeared from his forehead to his chin.

“The fuck-”

His curse was interrupted by the troll.

“I have decided to make you kin. And my first gift to you, great kin, is to grant you your wish.”

The second fist, the one still gripping the front of the wizard’s robes, flung itself forward. The wizard barely had a moment to curse before plummeting into the water below.

Several seconds passed.

Breaker waited.

The wizard arose, sputtering, from the depths. He turned, trembling from the cold, the rage, and the sheer disbelief of what he was experiencing.

“It’s four feet deep.”

Breaker nodded.

“Yes.”

It was almost heartwarming, the way the wizard laughed as he began wading his way towards the far shore. Breaker’s hands gingerly roamed over the goose eggs growing from the back of his head, larger than his own horns had been when he’d passed the trials of manhood.

If nobody gave you headaches like kin, that little man was troll enough for a small army.

#humanity fuck yeah #muscle mage #i cast fist #if you can't beat them adopt them #troll bridge #wizard fight #hfy #sink or swim #fantasy #lighthearted #punchline ending

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“The four Gospels can only be understood with the key of Sexual Magic and the Perfect Matrimony. The four Gospels were only written to serve as a guide to the few who follow the Path of the Razor’s Edge. The four Gospels were never written for the multitudes.” - -Samael Aun Weor, The Perfect Matrimony

Wizard with the Four Evangelists Talon Abraxas

The book of Ezekiel also proves that these four Gospels were foretold long before, in which the first vision is formed thus: “And in the midst thereof the likeness of four living creatures: and the countenance thereof, the face of a man, and the face of a lion, and the face of an ox, and the face of an eagle.” The first face of the man signifies Matthew, who began to write as of a man, “The book of the generation of Jesus Christ, the son of David, the son of Abraham.” The second is Mark, in which the voice of a lion roaring in the desert is heard, “A voice of one crying in the desert: Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make straight his paths.” The third is that of the ox, who prefigures the Evangelist Luke, who took his beginning from the priest Zachariah. The fourth is the Evangelist John, who taking the wings of an eagle, and hastening to higher matters, treats of the Word of God.

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Do you know of any solo RPGs that allow you to simulate a group/faction/place and many different NPCs? I guess I'm looking for something like a Sims or Dwarf Fortress but in the form of a TTRPG. Let me create a town and its inhabitants and roll or draw cards to determine what happens to them, or something like that. Thanks!

THEME: Solo "Sims" Games

Hello friend, these are some games coming from a few different angles but all have the common theme of interacting with a community or a group. I couldn't find a lot that allows you to play a number of characters at once, but there are a number of games that still ask you to manage a lot of people as one person! I hope you find them useful!

The Spiritpath Hotel, by 89 Lightwatch Avenue.

You are the owner of a fine establishment called The Spiritpath Hotel. Guests have come from all over to stay. The hotel mysteriously called them here, sensing that each of them are missing something important in their lives. They don't know what it is yet, so it's up to you to figure it out.

No one believes magic exists. Your guests think they are here to enjoy a vacation, but you know better. They came because your hotel promised them happiness they can't get anywhere else. You have a special power that lets you grant one thing to each person you meet and you use it to help your guests.

Discover who your guests are, figure out something important that they need, and provide it to them in a way only you can.

You’re not necessarily embodying all of the characters in this game, but you are continuously meeting and helping new NPCs as you play. This game uses a tarot deck or a random number generator to provide you with prompts, and you’ll learn more about your guests the longer they stay. I appreciate that the designer has included a reference sheet and worksheets to help you play - and the fact that you need them points to a management system that might feel similar to the Sims.

Dino Park, by Armanda.

So, you want to be part of DINO PARK. You’ve been chosen to work with us for a season! You must be thrilled! We’re the first park that through science brought Dinosaurs back to life. And you have a chance to work with us.

We’re counting on your qualities as a human being and as a professional to make this park your home for these eight weeks. We will train you to be an outstanding member of our team. These weeks with us are going to be a life-changing experience.

Dino Park gives you gear to help you take care of the dinosaurs in the form of a coin and a number of polyhedral dice, so I’m assuming that most resolution in this game revolves around using your gear to help you do certain things. You’ll also have personal skills and weaknesses that look like they’ll come into play depending on how you decide to solve problems. Your character will receive calls for help throughout the park, so it looks like you’ll be interact with dinosaurs and humans alike, and the game also advertises a catastrophe track - so if things truly go south, you’ll have to hightail it out of there in the style of Jurassic Park!

This game is probably good for folks who love nature games, dinosaurs, or fighting against a slowly building disaster.

Save The Community Radio!, by Wizard of Ox.

You and your group of friends used to run a radio station, giving up your weekends and nights to make sure your local community got a fresh dose of soundwaves. The problem is that, as time passed, most of your friends stopped doing so, except for you, who are still passionately trying to keep it up and running (and failing, mostly).

Now the local government is threatening to cut funding and shut down your station unless you can prove that you can handle it, but to do so, you have to get your friends back together. Navigate the fallout of your previous relationships with each character and convince them to help you save the radio, or live to see it be shut down.

Save the Community Radio! is a solo journaling RPG focused on building relationships with multiple characters whom you have grown apart from in order to save something you collectively spent your youth trying to build. It heavily relies on these connections and how you interpret them, with prompts and actions chosen by dices and decks, but enough leeway for you to write your characters however you want.

This game uses a deck of playing cards and some 6-side dice to help you build the world where your community radio is about to fail. You work for the radio, and you’re trying to get your friends to care about it again. However, not all of your friends feel positive about you anymore, so you might have to mend those relationships first.

The deck of cards provides prompts for different problems that show up as you play, such as broken equipment or lack of guests for broadcast. You’ll likely need different kinds of people to call on to fix these problems - and hopefully you can fix your relationships with your friends before you lose all resources entirely! If you want a game about building connections, this is your game.

Note: This game comes as a RAR file, so you’ll need to make sure you have an application on your computer that can turn it into a PDF.

Crow Island: funeral//PROCESSION, by Tenbear.

funeral // PROCESSION is a solo TTRPG introducing you to the universe of Crow Island, a sci-fi fantasy world centering Indigenous people and People of Colour. Following the destruction of your village by a Corrupt Spirit you and Members of the Moon Clan will transport the body of your Chief through the wilderness of the Porcupine Nation to the City of Seven Nations for proper burial.

This is a survival game, where you play as a clan but it doesn’t seem necessary to name each clan’s members. You will have to survive against loss of equipment, predators, and depleting supplies. The game uses a deck of playing cards as sort of a prompt generator, providing you with either obstacles or resources as you make your way to the City of Seven Nations.

The reviews of this game compare it to a Choose Your Own Adventure kind of game, so if that sounds interesting, you might want to check this game out.

Nature/Town/Farm/Villagers, by Cardboard Hyperfix.

You are a farmer who just moved into town. You had family that lived here a while ago, but not anymore. The town has seen better days, and you are here to help.

This is meant to be both a farming simulator and a community simulator. Inspired by Harvest Moon, you are a farmer who just moved to town, and are responsible for both making your farm flourish and helping your neighbours solve their problems.

The game follows a calendar of four months, one month for each season. The majority of your play revolves around picking focuses and figuring out both what the problems of each focus is, and then work to wards solving them. Each day you roll 2d6 and use their results to help you solve problems.

If you want a game that you can choose to play over an extended period of time, or if you really enjoy Harvest Moon, you might want to check out this game.

Apawthecaria: A Poultice Pounder Adventure, by BlackwellWriter.

Apawthecaria is a blend of Apothecaria and Scurry! Go on a potion-making, road-tripping, friend-making adventure.

Apothecaria is a solo potion-making game about taking care of unfortunate villagers. Scurry is a game about tiny creatures adventuring through Scotland’s underbrush. Apawthecaria combines the two that brings your little poultice-maker through the same world as Scurry, helping little creatures with their injuries and ailments.

This game is absolutely adorable, and I like the fact that you can recruit a Familiar and a number of Companion bugs on your journeys. I’m assuming that along with meeting a number of patients on your travels, you’ll be using many of the potion-making and foraging rules of Apothecaria. There’s a lot of management involved - you’ll be tracking your reputation, upgrading equipment, and bartering for ingredients (aka reagents) as you travel.

If you like a game with enchanting art and plenty setting already established for you to explore, this might be a game for you.

Scavengers, by Gasini.

Scavengers is a solo hexcrawling adventure game set in a post-apocalyptic fantasy world. You play as a crew of foolhardy goblins struggling to pilot an ancient vehicle known as The Gas Horse. Your crew's goal is to scour the wastes for salvage to expand the goblin homestead.

Your goblins have an eclectic set of skills that will change how each run goes. Be wary, for there is a hunter out in the wastes seeking to end your adventure!

I think this game might meet your requirements because you are playing a crew of goblins, rather than a single character, and because you have something to manage - namely, the Gas Horse. You’re also responsible for a Homestead, where there might even be more goblins waiting for you. The game comes with a Hexflower map for you to explore, and it all looks to fit on a single brochure, so I think this is better for a limited play session rather than extended play.

Nomads of the Isles, by Nik Mirza.

The fate of your clan rests on your shoulders. Will you be able to lead them to prosperity or will your journey end in defeat?

Your clan are on a quest to establish settlements in a new and unknown land. You must lead your people through various terrains such as mountains, deserts, and forests while managing facing unforeseen danger. Your goal is to establish a settlement or more by the end of your reign.

This is a brochure game guided by Firelights, a solo RPG that is great for metroidvania types of games. Roll on a d66 table to determine what kinds of regions you’ll travel through, and draw cards from the Story Deck to determine the difficulty of each action.

While the game is meant to track a journey from one land to another, the actual details of the story are up to you. The cards from the deck provide you with a value that you’ll have to beat, but the detail of each problem is pretty vague: you’ll recieve prompts such as “Reunion”, “Ceremony”, or “Betrayal”. You’ll have to decide what those words mean, and how much detail you want to include. If you want a game that makes it fairly easy to track progress towards a definable goal, this is your game.

DELVE, by BlackwellWriter.

DELVE: A Solo Map Drawing Game is a map drawing game that puts you in control of a dwarven hold as you discover the horrors that lurk below. This 44 page zine has everything you need to generate natural formations, forgotten ruins, enemies, wyrd magics, and ancient monstrosities. It has a simple turn-based combat system, rules for building your hold and optional challenges for a harder experience.

If you like Dwarf Fortress, this is the game for you! Recruit military units, devise traps and track combat. Use cards from a deck to track resources and explore the map, and a d4 or a coin to help you resolve certain problems. This is as much a resource management game as it is a dungeon delving game, with plenty of tables for Magic, Adventurers, Inventions and more. If you like filling out a map and tracking a lot of things at once, this might be the game for you.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #dnd #asks #solo games #sims games

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