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[sakurabunnie]

Imagine: Hadiden waking Maxwell up with kisses and sweet words. When Maxwell gets up, there's crystal grace sitting on the night table in a pretty vase. When Maxwell gets out of bed, Hadiden is in the kitchen making breakfast. He pulls Maxwell in for a kiss and smiles and whispers, "Happy birthday, love." Right before kissing Maxwell again, Hadiden pulls back and smashes a cupcake in Maxwell's face.

It was a perfect morning for Maxwell as he snuggled further into his pillow. He was warm, comfortable, and the best part was that he had no morning meetings because Josephine had cleared his Calender for the day so he can sleep in as much as he wants. At least that was his plan until he felt gentle kisses along his shoulder heading up his neck and onto his cheek. Sweet nothings whispered into his ear until he smiled and turned opening his eyes to gaze at the handsome face of his lover hovering over him.

“It’s time to get up Ma Vhenan. Breakfast is almost ready, and I have a surprise waiting for you.”  Hadiden told him in an upbeat voice, giving Maxwell a quick peck on the lips before leaving the room.

Maxwell stretched with a happy groan before getting up and putting on a loose shirt and pants. There was no reason to dress up for now so he settled on casual clothing. He then headed to the kitchen wear Hadiden was just adding the last dish to the large breakfast spread out on the table with a vase full of his favorite flowers decorating the table. Maxwell’s eyes lit up when he also saw a plate of tiny chocolate cakes he loves so much. After taking a seat and making himself comfortable he watched as his lover smiled and made his way over to him. Hadiden pulled out his chair a little and sat on Maxwell’s lap draping his arm around Maxwell’s shoulder while grabbing one of the cupcakes with his other hand. He tugged Maxwell into a passionate kiss.

“Happy Birthday, love,” Hadiden whispered to him right before smashing the cupcake in Maxwell’s face. He burst out laughing at the look of shock and surprise on Maxwell’s face. He was too busy to see the look of mischief in Maxwell’s eyes and squeaked in shock and disgust as Maxwell pulled him close to nuzzle his chocolate covered face against Hadiden’s smearing the icing on him. Maxwell laughed at the look Hadiden gave him.

“How does payback taste, love,” Maxwell asked him before quickly licking some icing off Hadiden’s cheek. “I don’t know about you but to me, it certainly tastes sweet!” He said with a cheeky grin.

Hadiden just shook his head in exasperation and pulled his messy lover into a kiss. Yes, for Maxwell it was certainly a perfect morning.

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Hadiden Lavellan : 

Commission for @writingfromdaughterofathena. Thank you so much for letting me draw this dashing prince!! XD

Commission Info : Ko-Fi

[cherrypikkins]

Hey y’all, check out the Chibiquisition’s newest member!! His name is Hadiden Lavellan, he belongs to @writingfromdaughterofathena AND HE IS VERY CUTE!!! Thank you so much to his owner for letting me chibify him!!

[evakaname]

aaaand here, a post nobody wanted...but me XD One of my better face creation results on this character so im gonna post him here to show it to:

@writingfromdaughterofathena So he is my inquisitor, not the secretly mage dork but his lill bro, Soren Lavellan, who is also a rogue and a BIG FAN OF MAGIC (and of a certain sassy gay mage :D but arent we all. He gets the booty though XD) 

I could look u up a bit today here and saw the pics of your inquisitor and it gave me a rush of share feels :) so.. tadaaa?? :D (btw Hadiden is so CUTE. smol :3 Soren would 100% “adopt him” he hoards “interesting” people anyways XD and would mother hen around him and protect him like a tiger (resistance is futile, this redhead is a force of nature) and love his magic so much it would rub off on Hadiden too :) ) 

[someone-drank-the-tap-water]

Secret Smooches in the Garden

My contribution to OC Kiss Week

Pelle and Hadiden Lavellan 

Hadiden belongs to @writingfromdaughterofathena

[pelle-lavellan-a]

Night Terrors

@writingfromdaughterofathena from X

Pelle had initially frowned at Hadiden’s tone of voice, but once he said the words ‘mage thing’

Almost instantly his expression softened and his shoulders relaxed. No wonder Hadiden was panicking so much, he was terrified of his magic. Pelle had learned that lesson rather recently when he and Hadiden had found themselves in a pinch with some bandits. Had it not been for Hadiden’s magic they might not have been in his room right now speaking. Even if Hadi didn’t think his magic was any good, even if he thought it was a curse, Pelle could see value in it and in Hadiden, he simply wished Hadiden could see that too.

Pelle again ushered to the love seat by the banister, regardless of how Hadiden felt he still needed to sit down. He then pushed his papers and books out of the way and folded his hands against his desk.

“What’s wrong?” He figured was a good way to open this up

[pelle-lavellan-a]

@writingfromdaughterofathena always

[witchiddy]

10 Questions

Tagged by @writingfromdaughterofathena. :’)

Rules: Tag 10 (or not 10) followers you want to get to know better.

● Birthday: September 19

● Gender: Female

● Relationship status: Single

● Favorite color: Bluuuueeees. Teal. Aaa.

● Pets: Two cats and a turtle.  ● Wake up time: Typically between 5 a.m. and 6:30 a.m. either for work or for school

● Love or lust?: Love ● Favorite food: Hmm... Not quite sure on that, tbh ● Met a celebrity?: Uhhhh... Not that I can recall ● Last song listened to: Cake by Melanie Martinez ● First kiss: I haven’t had that yet, soooooo...

● Tall or short: As of May 1st, I’m 5′1.5″. That’s literally what it said on the paper, lmao

[sakurabunnie]

writingfromdaughterofathena replied to your photo “Fáelán is not pleased! ( •̀ω•́ )”

You're doing an amazing job Fáelán so proud. Fight em

He’s doing his best! His journey has just begun though! :D

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“I saw that. You just checked me out.” For Soli and Hadiden too please :3

Haven was frigid and miserable– the cold wind blasted through his thick woolen cloak as he raced to the mage’s quarters. Hadiden tugged the cloak over his wild golden hair, trying to protect his precious ears for another blast of icy wind.

He huffed as the cold air filled his lungs and froze the sole of feets–damn, he was so close. Hadiden quickly rounded the first building and crossed over the frozen ground to furthest door in mage’s quarters. He paused, catching his breath and gathered his resolve before entering the warm room. He could smell the delicious dried herbs and brewing dark black tea permeating through the heavy wooden door. Hadiden felt himself smile, his first week in Haven had been difficult– adjusting to all the shemlens running around tossing their dirty clothes or wares at him–expecting him to scamper off and clean them. Hadiden indignantly snorted, twisting the latch of the door–but his assignment changed and he– enjoyed it. He really enjoyed the company.

Cullen had requested a dalish scout to watch over a couple of mages–the task seemed simple enough. In addition, the Inquisitor seemed particularly worried about the safety of one her dalish mage. She requested a handsome circle mage from Ostwick– Hadiden felt his his cheeks flush– thinking about the tall man. His blue eyes sparkled happy from under his ruffled auburn hair–every time he smiled, his pink cheeks  brighten as they dimpled happily. Maxwell, his name was Maxwell Trevelyan–some shemlen noble. He smiled to himself again, a handsome shemlen. Maxwell’s job was to make sure Soli’s magical experiments didn’t go array.

Soli— Hadiden’s cheeks flushed a deeper red at the thought of the flirtatious elf. Hadiden pushed the heavy door open, exposing the elf in question standing in from a mirror– painting himself with his  Rivaini ink.

Hadiden watched the witch dip his brush into the ink pot and carefully bring it to his taunt stomach. Soli made a neat loop around his pierced, belly button before dragging the tip down his pubic bone. Hadiden felt himself grow warmer as the other elf, reapplied the another scrolling line over his golden hip bone.

Suddenly, Hadiden felt something warm slam against his back–startling him from his stupor. He and Soli jumped at the noise of books crashing to the cold ground. Hadiden turned swiftly on the ball of his toes to face the human that clumsily slammed into him. It was Maxwell.

Maxwell’s cheeks darken as he scrambled to pick up his fallen totems before fumbling over an apology.

“It’s ok–.” Hadiden’s cheek burned hotly scrambling to help Maxwell with his scattered scrolls before turning to enter Soli’s room. He glanced up at the other elf– knowing he had been caught watching the bewitching elf.

Hadiden glanced at Maxwell’s face realizing the human appeared to be as flustered as he was but why? Quickly, Hadiden glanced up at the other elf– Soli’s full lips twisted into a vexatious smirk, golden eye sparkled with humor, still perched leisurely on a work bench.

“ Tsk, tsk the two of you– I saw that. You just checked me out,” Soli’s husky voice playfully reprimanding  the two them. Hadiden watched as Soli’s delicate left hand to his exposed hip bone and scraping his lacquered nail down his tawny skin, dipping them into his light muslin wrap covering him. “ But of course, Lord Trevelyan wasn’t staring at me– but perhaps handsome blonde in front of him?” The elf purred rolling his husky r’s as he slinked off the top the table.

Hadiden bright eyes widen as whipping his towards the human next to him. Maxwell’s handsome face flushed as he froze, quickly glancing at up at Hadiden.

Soli leisurely closed the distance between him and the other two men– bombarding Hadiden with the scent of ambrosic ginger. He felt one Soli’s soft, delicate finger brush over his full cheek and tilt Hadiden to face him. Soli’s thumb brush against his tapered ear carefully rolling it between his finger. Hadiden felt hot tingling run down his back– as he focused his heated glance at Maxwell, who seemed to be receiving the same treatment from Soli’s other hand.

“I don’t mind skipping a day of work and for some intense labor.” The Rivaini  purred running his hands down their necks and clothed chest, gripping their hand and bringing them to his own bare chest.

Hadiden gasped enjoying the feeling of  Soli’s silken skin under his callused finger–carefully he glanced at Maxwell again– the human pressed his hand against Soli chest, running his thick thumb over Soli’s nipple, carefully rolling it under his thumb.

Hadiden could feel Soli inhale sharply under his hand– he followed the human’s example–rolling the other nipple with his own thumb. He gasped feeling Soli’s soft fingers roll Hadiden’s ear, tugging hard at he ear. Hadiden watched Soli’s other hand creep into Maxwell’s leather pants, gripping the human’s swelling crotch, squeezing the man’s hardening cock. Hadiden felt himself respond, hardening  from the visual and physical stimulation.

“Shit– no– I don’t– I want a relationship.” Hadiden jumped at Maxwell’s ragged breath exclamation. He and Soli hands retreated quickly before they turned their undivided attention to the flushed human. An uncomfortable silence and thick tension settled in the room as the three men studied each other.

Hadiden cleared his throat, “ What do you–how– do– relationship?” he tried to clarify– trying to figure out what– they were

“Courtship…” Maxwell nervously stumbled over his explanation. “I don’t want a tumble– I want a relationship.” He stood, calming himself. He ran his thick fingers through his deep auburn hair, peering up at the elves. “Maker–help me–both of you–saying no, I must be crazy.” Maxwell almost pout, adjusting his tight pants.

“Both of us?” Hadiden’s heard Soli ask with a general confusion. “The Humael are polyanmous clan–I can try.” Hadiden turned to face Soli and back to Maxwell. He did want them both– for quite awhile– it was a possibility.  He heard Soli shift behind him. Soli looked uncomfortable, wrapping his arms around his exposed chest, letting his dark hair cover his face. “ I don’t know –what courtship is.”

Hadiden felt himself smile turning to the other elf, “ I think,  Maxwell and I can teach you…”

Thank you for sending me a prompt! Hope you enjoy! ♡ฅ(ᐤˊ꒳ฅˋᐤ♪)

Story also includes @sakurabunnie ‘s Maxwell Trevelyan.

[someone-drank-the-tap-water]

Creator Tag Meme 2017

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you’ve created this year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2017. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works.

Most of this art is form November tbh. That was a really good month for me apparently. Most of it is also Pelle apparently. Guess that was the point of making more of the Lavellans this year lol

Tagged by : @luinquesse thank you dear!! <3

tagging: @fun-sized-owl ( @kaaras-adaar, @ns-13, etc) @writingfromdaughterofathena @spycopoth @mlp-micoo  @sakurabunnie @cherrypikkins @siriusdraws @ventures-through-thedas and anyone else who wants to do this!!

[pelle-lavellan-a]

Mun Things

1ST RULE: tag at least 9 people you want to get to know more!

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.

Tagged by: I stooole

APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller  - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo - I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair  - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces.

PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it  - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping  - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory (long-term) - I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch- I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else (previously)- I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority - I do some form of martial arts

EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day  - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands concerts

MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live close to myschool/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room/suite with someone

RELATIONSHIPS - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity. - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year (we dated for three days and took a year to break up) - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM - I have break-danced . - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

Tagging: @writingfromdaughterofathena @spycopoth @sakurabunnie

[sakurabunnie]

Here’s a wonderful short story that @writingfromdaughterofathena wrote about our Wardens Amarth Mahariel and Breanna Cousland. Since they made nearly the same in-game decisions we came up with a world state where they both were recruited. :3

Amarth was bleeding, his muscles sore and his vision blurring. If he took too long, the archdemon could regain some amount of strength and attack, ending them all. The to be King and Queen of Fereldan couldn't last much longer, not in this fight. Wynne was struggling too. Amarth and Breanna were the only two on their feet now. Amarth looked at his sister, his comrade in arms. She was his family, bonded to him by the taint of the Wardens and the fury of battle. As she looked at him, he swore he'd do anything to keep her alive. He wanted to keep Zervan alive, knowing he deserved better. He wanted Leliana alive to go on and adventure the world. Maker, If Amarth was honest, he wanted everyone alive even if it meant he didn't get to be.

"Amarth, I can take care of this," Breanna said, tightening her grip on her weapon. "I can do this and you and Alistair can live-"

"I can't allow that," Amarth said. Flashes of Morrigan's face, burning candles lightening her features. Whatever they did, whatever that ritual was, whether it worked or not, Amarth couldn't allow Breanna to take the final stab at the archdemon. If it didn't work, if Morrigan had lied just to spend the night with Amarth, he couldn't allow her to die. Alistair and Fereldan needed her more than they needed him.

As Breanna started to take a step, trying to reach the archdemon before the elf, Amarth shoved her back, throwing her completely off balance. She fell back, only a few feet away from Alistair and Wynne. Amarth unsheathed his sword and ran for the archdemon. His throat tightened as he heard his sister yelling for him, calling out his name, for him to stop. Amarth couldn't stop, his feet slamming against the stone as hard as his heart was pounding against his chance. Whatever happened, whether he lived or died, he was going to end his Blight for his family.

As Amarth's sword crashed into the skull of the archdemon, Amarth could faintly hear the screams of Breanna and Alistair behind him. He could imagine the sound of Zevran's voice calling for him, begging him to stop it. He could hear his family, the ragtag bunch of companions he had collected all screaming for him to stop. But he couldn't. He couldn't let the Blight finish off Fereldan. He was a Warden. He was a former slave. And he'd be damned if he didn't finish his job. Because if he didn't do his job, there would be a price to pay.

As his blade finished off the archdemon, a bright light and force surrounded Amarth. He was blinded, just like when the mirror exploded. The force caused Amarth to be thrown off his feet and tossed twenty feet away from the archdemon. When his back slammed against the stone, Amarth blacked out.

"Amarth! Amarth! You better wake up this minute or Maker help me-"

"Mi Amor- Amarth?!"

"Leliana, Alistair! Hold back Zevran and Breanna! I can't heal him with those two crowding!" The sound of commotion stirred Amarth from a dreamless sleep. His whole body ached. It felt as though he was thrown from the top of Fort Drakon and left there for a day or two. But the warming sensation of familiar healing spells made the pain less intense. A groan came from him, quiet and barely there. The healing spell got more intense, as though the healer was now more concentrated on healing the broken parts of Amarth. Again, he groaned and tried to open his eyes. He regretted opening his eyes. Wynne was staring down at him, a gold tint around her. Maker, she was calling on the spirit to help her heal him. Amarth tried his hardest to move away, to get her to stop. He couldn't allow her to use all her strength on his stupid heroics. But his wiggling made the pain worse and heard the older woman snap, "Stay still, child. You're going to hurt yourself more."

"Amarth?" A woman called. It was the same voice calling him to stop.

"Mi Amor? Is he okay? Wynne-"

"Breanna, Zevran, hush," Wynne snapped. It wasn't much longer before Amarth could sit up on his elbows. He first saw Alistair, staring at him as though he was seeing a walking corpse from Redcliffe again. Then Breanna, slamming against his chest and hugging him. Maker, his ribs hurt, but he let the girl hold him. While the noble girl was hugging him, Amarth looked up to see Zevran, his lover, holding back tears but still smiling.

"Idiot!" Breanna shouted. "You almost got yourself killed! You can't always go and play hero like that!" Amarth huffed.

"And I couldn't let you nor Alistair die for the Blight." Breanna moved away, scowling at Amarth before relaxing. Her frown turned into a smile as unshed tears stayed locked away. "You're still an idiot. You scare everyone. We thought you died."

"I probably did die," Amarth said. "For maybe five minutes. How long was I out?"

"Two hours," Zevran said. Amarth went pale.

"Oh," was his response. It didn't take long before Breanna and Zevran were both helping Amarth up, slinging an arm over their shoulders to help drag the living Warden from the tower. Mostly, Amarth's feet dragged against the ground, not really able to lift them and not minding being held by Breanna and Zevran. Of course, Alistair had offered to help, but Breanna refused to not be by Amarth's side, not now. Zevran was just as possessive, if not more. Amarth had heard him growl Alistair away. The only one more excited about Amarth's survival was Breanna and Amarth's shared mabari. The poor boy was apparently howling up a storm until the Wardens returned from their final fight.

When the coronation and celebration of the Blight came, Amarth still wasn't completely healed. His left arm was wrapped in a sling, horizontal across his chest. Breanna and Alistair were told that a proper wedding would be given once the celebration was over, and Breanna had asked Amarth to be Alistair's best man. Of course, he couldn't refuse, not wanting to let his sister down. He would have to make a speech, but that would all come later. Right now, all he had to do was stand in the warden's ceremonial armor, standing in the background as the new King and Queen of Fereldan were named. Amarth could see his companions all cheering in the crowd, and when Alistair announced him the Hero of Fereldan and Champion of the Blight, all he could do was bow.

Breanna was gleaming as she knighted the elf, asking him to be commander of the King's forces, if not for a time. She knew he couldn't stay forever, but for a time, Amarth could resist staying with his two friends. He accepted the position and was then granted a boon of his choice. And what did he wish for?

"Land for the Dalish, your majesties," Amarth said. While he'd never be Dalish again, maybe if the people had land of their own, another child wouldn't be stolen and bear his same fate. If the Dalish had their own land, they would be mostly safe. When the ceremonies were over, when things calmed and the chaos of the day was over, Amarth was laying, reading in bed beside Zevran when a knock was at their door. Amarth got up and was met by the Queen.

"Come in, Lady Cousland," Amarth said, instincts telling him to address her by her new title. The woman smiled and laughed. "It's still Breanna, Amarth. No formalities."

"Of course." Amarth closed the door. "Is there something you need?" Breanna was smiling and wrapping her arms around Amarth. The elf tried to hug her back with his one good arm. Amarth could hear Zevran laughing, joking about not being apart of the hug.

"How did you survive?" She asked. Amarth sighed.

"I'll tell you tomorrow," Amarth said into her shoulder. "I need to tell Zevran first. Alone." Breanna sighed and nodded.

"I understand," she said. "I'm just glad you're alive."

"As am I," was all Amarth said. The Queen shortly left, demanding the full story tomorrow right after breakfast. Amarth agreed. But first, he planned to ravish his lover after telling him of what he did to keep his life, and the promise he vowed to Morrigan. Don't go looking for her or the child.

[pelle-lavellan-a]

@thedosian-cabbage @writingfromdaughterofathena

Shout Out to all writers on Tumblr. You are an artist with your way with words and imagination. Reblog to make someone’s day

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“I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.” For Amarth and Daylen if you're still doin it

Oh! My favorite salt boys xD 💋💋Always have time to write something for Amarth and Daylen.

The next thing Amarth knew, Daylen had slammed his lips to Amarth’s nearly knocking wind from his lungs. He hardly had a moment to react before Daylen pressed his tongue to the seam of his lips pulling at the elf’s bottom lip with his teeth.

Daylen paused waiting for permission to go further not wanting to spook the elf. Their relationship was still budding and he was nervous his inadequacies would scare or hurt the other man. He pulled on his bottom lip with his teeth afraid the Amarth would change his mind and leave him.

However, Amarth chuckled, opening his swollen lips granting the human access. Daylen moaned as his tongue clumsily delved inside the elf’s molten mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong taste of dwarven wine on their lips, from their night at Tapster’s.

Amarth groaned impatiently, reaching up and tangling his fingers in the human’s mane tugging the man closer. The elf pulled away and arched up into Daylen’s broad chest, moaning in the contact of body heat against his own.

Amarth drew back his lips, feeling other’s hot breath against his. Smiling he reassuringly brushed his thumb over Daylen swollen lips.

“Thats unusual for you–not that I’m complaining.” He tugged the man’s handsome face closer to his, nipping at Daylen’s lips. “What brought it on?” He press his swollen lips to Daylen’s.

He could still feel the slight burn of the wine as it rolled off his tongue and seeped down his throat with every push of Daylen’s tongue against his.

The mage pulled back flushed as he stroked Amarth’s cheek with his thumb, “I–I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.” He nervously stuttered pressing his forehead into the elf’s chestnut hair. “What–do you want me to do?” He nervously fumbled, pressing his lips softly against the elf’s.

Amarth felt himself smile at the mage’s nervousness, “ –me to do, hum?” swiftly reached grasping the other’s hips; he used the momentum to dismount Daylen from his body. He quickly pushed the human down and reverse their positions successfully pinning Daylen to bed. He unbuckled the mage’s collar before pressing his lips to the other, “ let start with the neck and see what happens?” He nudged the side of the mage’s thick neck enjoying the heady groan Daylen made while he sunk his blunt teeth into the human’s corded shoulder.

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