#AND HE JUST FUCKING POPS UP
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blu-ish Ā· 7 months ago
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Shadowā€™s favorite memory with Sonic is the end of SA2. How Sonic reached out for him despite risking falling with him, how he tried to save him immediately without hesitation and how he grateful he was for it even if Sonic didnā€™t actually saved him. The fact that he tried is unforgettable to Shadow
How itā€™s probably Sonicā€™s least favorite memory with Shadow, how he failed him, how he let Shadow wave him away and watch him die. And just couldnā€™t reach out to him, Shadow was faster than him and went where Sonic couldnā€™t follow
They truly are both sides of the same coin omg
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IT PLAUGES MY MIND DUDE
It's something about how the events of SA2 were a mere 48 hours at most. In less then 48 hours these two hedgehogs, who had just met in the worst way possible; Sonic getting framed, Shadow having his mind manipulated and attempting to destroy the world, etc. Had managed to touch each others lives in a way that is just so special to me. (THEY MAKE ME SO ILL SHVSSJHSJSBSJSJ)
Shadows relationship with Sonic, is a unique one. Sonic confuses Shadow the best way. His passion, his willingness to see the best in people, he's practically the definition of a hero. In the little time Shadow has gotten to know Sonic, I full heartly believe in his final moments in super form, he knew that if he was fully unable to keep his promise to Maria by protecting the world. (Even if he did in the end) Then he would protect the one he knew would always do so no matter what. But the fact that sonic tried to save him, probably meant the world to him, because there was someone-- even after everything, everything he did to him and his friends, that cared about him. That wanted him to live.
On the other hand, Sonic for the first time in his life had someone who truly challenged him. Not only in speed and power but in understanding. Shadow just wasn't another guy wanting to work with Eggman. He was many things; a genetically engineered weapon, proof of immortality, a cure, a protector, a little brother to Maria. Someone who never got to experience life on Earth, never got to mourn, to heal. Who never got to figure out who he is, who he was meant to be, who he could be.
The least Sonic could do after Shadow chose to help him save the world was to give him that chance, the chance to start over, and all he had to do was catch him.
But he was waved away.
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knockknockwhosthereartistism Ā· 2 months ago
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The worst trauma comes from those who you love
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drenched-in-sunlight Ā· 3 months ago
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i love the DLC man
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sems-diarie Ā· 5 months ago
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pro hero deku has a fleshlight of you. itā€™s off brand hero merch from some shady corner of his city. it had caught him by surprise, he hadnā€™t been looking for it.
well, izuku hadnā€™t been looking for a fleshlight with.. you on it. itā€™s a particularly tasteful designā€”he blames that, of all things, when he decides to slap some hundred dollar bills on the register and scurries away without making eye contact with anyone.
(thatā€™s how much it cost, right? he mightā€™ve left some over in change. izuku doesnā€™t really check until after heā€™s home and his pants have barely even collapsed to his thighs. and your printed tits bounce with every fucking stroke to the hilt, to his balls. izuku canā€™t tear his eyes off of your stickered, cute little face as he grinds down harder over the toy. humping down into it lets him see you better when he spreads his legs and fucks the well-lubed fleshlight like it really is you, his balls smacking lewdly with the filthy wet sounds. itā€™s less like he checks, and more like izuku stumbles into the price tag as heā€™s wiping a fat glob of cum off the god forsaken thing.)
snooping around where he shouldnā€™t be, katsuki finds itā€”used, dear god!ā€”and threatens to tell you, their beloved, angel-dearest friend, about it every time deku does something to even mildly piss him off. deku cries :(
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psqqa Ā· 1 year ago
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yes, yes i know edgeworthā€™s big wet eyes and loser boy personality have captivated us all, but listen. listen.
phoenix wright
phoenix ā€œgenuinely unable to reconcile the girl on the stand with the girl he dated for eight months, a cognitive dissonance so profound itā€™s ultimately explained by them being literally two different people, but which he first sits with for five years and does not talk about at any point to anyoneā€ wright
phoenix ā€œdonā€™t mention that name to me. i donā€™t want to talk about it. i donā€™t want to think about it. i am just going to keep myself in this state of perpetual crisis mode focus on other peopleā€™s problems until eventually i die and get to hang out with mia on the astral plane and never have to deal with any of these emotions ever againā€ wright
phoenix ā€œovernight loses his career and reputation and sense of identity while gaining an adopted, probably pretty traumatized eight-year-old daughter, and rather than leaning on his friends for help, or getting therapy, or taking any time to process any of this, he *checks notes* spends seven years dedicating all his free time and energy to investigating the weird fucking circumstances around it and maintains a friendship with the guy he suspects was behind it allā€ wright
phoenix "runs across a burning bridge and falls through it, half a day after the game establishes that he is terrified of heights, because his friend is on the other side of that bridge" wright
phoenix ā€œi sure felt surprised. maybe i had my poker face onā€ wright
phoenix ā€œlooking back on it that was actually a pretty dark period in my lifeā€ wright
phoenix ā€œdonā€™t ask me how i got started. i donā€™t rememberā€ wright
phoenix ā€œonly you stood still, your eyes calmly watchingā€ wright
phoenix ā€œsometimes, life just sucksā€ wright
just
phoenix wright
crunchiest man in the world
and all i wanna do is chew and chew and chew on him
#ace attorney#where are all the people gnawing on phoenix's bones so white??#i need to find the phoenix bone-gnawing corner of this fandom PLEASE#this is me asking for the Phoenix Fic btw#where is the fic meditating on phoenix's whole mental state in general?#where is the fic about how it's phoenix's cageyness and poker face and flat affect under stress that is the hurdle?#the relationship ramifications of being actually really fucking hard to read when it comes down to it?#where is the fic about the week of his disbarment?#the one detailing the panicked blow by blow of it rippling through his social circle while he stands in the eye of the storm?#the one that ends messy and anxious and unresolved because it's week 1 of 7 years?#where is the birth of phoenix wright: poker legend fic?#where is the art school/theatre major phoenix fic?#no not the able to art/act phoenix fic but the kind of person who chooses to go to art school/study theatre phoenix fic#where is the supremely disinterested in pop culture phoenix fic?#where is the actually incredibly meticulous and competent phoenix fic?#capcom can tell me all they want that he's essentially an adhd disaster flying by the seat of his pants making it all up as he goes#but that's not what they're actually showing me#they're the ones who created an in-fiction legal system that functionally necessitates that#and the nature of the game is that phoenix is almost always proven right so rather than him coming off as hare-brained#his opponents rather just come off as short-sighted. either negligently or maliciously so#and the choices the writing makes in service of retaining mystery and audience suspense in fact function to make phoenix a person#who is astute and puts the pieces together but is cautious in his conclusions#i will grant them that phoenix does tend to lose sight of his overarching goal in getting drawn into proving or disproving minor points#the fact that edgeworth on the other hand never loses sight of this or where the various arguments stand in relation to it#is his sexiest trait as a character by far#but those minor points are actually functionally critical to the ultimate argument phoenix makes#so even though i do read that trait through the game mechanics i do also judge the other characters for being dicks about it#my point is phoenix wright does in fact have the character of a lawyer and is conventionally good at his job fucking fight me#my point is that you all have had 20 goddamn years to Rotate this man#my POINT is that there should be Intricate Fucked Up Meditations On Phoenix that rewire my fucking brain and i NEED to know where they are!
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toxooz Ā· 1 month ago
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a quick Ponti to cleanse my soul šŸ¦Ž
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cradle-of-darkness Ā· 3 months ago
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live laugh lori
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tiredofsatansbullshit Ā· 1 year ago
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love that jason is just
literally any character: i feel like things canā€™t get any worse from here
jason, showing up out of nowhere: GUESS AGAIN MOTHERFUCKER
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zivazivc Ā· 8 months ago
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the morning (afternoon?) after this messy stunt. Floyd got off too easy in my opinion, but it's hard for Les to stay mad at him when he makes those sad pouting faces... šŸ¤¦
If you think Floyd's being really dumb at the start of this comic before getting a reality check, you have to take into account that he's madly lovesick and was feeling very smug atm; he's also a 15yo pop troll who thinks making out with someone means they're together now; and he assumed Les's sour mood was entirely the result of a nasty hangover...
P.S. They forgot about Hed lol (I almost forgot about him too, drew him just before posting lmao)
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yorshie Ā· 2 months ago
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Safe With Leo
bayverse leo x female reader
SFW, reader in peril off screen, injured reader, Leo pining like a TREE, new nickname acquired, reader is not coping well after violence.
(I think the backstory me and @fuckedupcleric decided to go with was reader got carjacked then Leo did his own carjacking to get her back, but it's up for reader interpretation)
ā€œWhere do you think youā€™re going?ā€
His voice was low and even, at odds with the way his hands were clenched tightly into fists at his sides. Your gaze lingered on where the right was freshly bandaged, the strips of linen tight, the smell of ointment heavy in the air surrounding him.
The hallway where Leo caught you skulking wasnā€™t very wide. His shell blocked most of the light from the arcade around the corner. You tried, and failed, not to shrink in on yourself, despite the little voice screaming at you that it was Leo, the one person you always felt safe with. Should always feel safe with.
ā€œCanā€™t sleep.ā€ You told him, finally, honestly, too tired and too jittery to be able to stand the beeping and sterile cleanliness of the needle room. Your voice was a croaky thing, raw from screaming and sobbing yourself hoarse. Your ears rang, where you had deafened yourself in the enclosed space. Your palms and feet were raw, bruised from the concrete and trying to scratch yourself free. Your arms stung underneath where you were gripping onto your biceps in an attempt to hold yourself together. You could feel the deep cuts littered there, even through the bandages underneath the soft sleep shirt covering you. Covering you, you reminded yourself.
Safe with Leo, you told yourself again.
He let out a slow, heavy breath, the kind you were used to hearing directed at Raph, or Mikey, when either was being particularly annoying. It twisted something deep inside your gut, soured the saliva in the back of your mouth. The feeling of being trapped settled back in your gut when he swayed to the side, creating a space for you to slip past him.
He followed you, like a hound shadowing your footsteps, raising the hair along the nape of your neck. You heard him huff, the noise quiet, before he dropped back another step.
His voice was soft, but firm, when you reached the atrium, ā€œTurn left, head to my room.ā€
You stalled, foot catching on the cold floor, a wince pulling at your mouth before you could hide the pain, ā€œBut-ā€
Leo shook his head, closing his eyes to dismiss your protest, ā€œThereā€™s no way youā€™re going to sleep on that couch, blossom.ā€
Blossom.
That was a new nickname. Before tonight, heā€™d always used your name, formal and polite, or on the rare occasion, if you were being especially sassy, heā€™d drop ā€˜princessā€™ in a smooth and silky voice that never failed to shut you up in a way Raph couldnā€™t when he teased you.
Tonight, however, Leo hadnā€™t whispered your name when heā€™d scooped you out of the trunk of the car hours before. No, itā€™d been blossom heā€™d pressed against your bloodied hair, voice wrecked and shaking as heā€™d cradled you in his arms and bared his teeth at Donnie when his brother had tried to take you away. It had been blossom heā€™d cooed at you while holding you still so Donnie could bandage the cuts on your arms, back and legs while you cried.
Itā€™d been blossom heā€™d whispered when everything had become too much and youā€™d curled up into a little ball, the last word youā€™d heard when Donnie had ushered everyone out of the needle room.
Hearing it now, your feet resumed automatically, not ready to press and ask questions, not liking the newfound uncertainty that surrounded your feelings where Leonardo was concerned.Ā 
He shadowed you all the way to his room, his normal, soothing demeanor gone, feeling more like a caged animal at your back than the friend you had grown to know these past two years.Ā 
You stalled just inside the door, taking in the neat and orderly room that youā€™d only seen in passing before. ā€œI donā€™tā€¦ think I should be here.ā€Ā 
It felt sacrilegious. A privilege you hadnā€™t earned. An insight to Leo that made your palms sweaty and itchy and your stomach feel like lead. You wanted to be hereā€¦
You feared it.
He was watching you with an unreadable expression when you turned. ā€œDo you want to go back to the needle room?ā€
Needle Room. Just the name sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps and chills breaking out as you recalled the phantom smell of rubbing alcohol and disinfectant.
ā€œNo,ā€ you whispered, too tired to keep the petulant edge from your voice despite the fact you knew he hated it.
Leo sighed again, his shoulders moving with the motion, and you idly realized his hands had yet to move, or unclench, from the rigid way he kept them at his sides. ā€œThen, you,ā€ He tipped his beak towards you, then to a point across the room, ā€œbed.ā€Ā 
He waited, patient as the moon, for you to cross the room, silent as you pulled back the covers and slipped between the sheets. You werenā€™t sure what to make of the way his eyes lingered for a moment, or of the way tension seemed to bleed out from his frame.
ā€œGet some sleep.ā€ He offered, voice noticeably softer, closer to that rumble you remember from the nightmare of your rescue. ā€œIf you need me, Iā€™ll be just down the hall.ā€
You watched, unblinking, as he turned and disappeared from the doorway, not even a scuff of his feet to announce his departure.Ā 
Maybe you were dreaming, maybe it had been a fictitious Leonardo that had offered the one thing youā€™d dreamt of, the one thing that you were sure youā€™d never get to experience. The one wish youā€™d squashed and squeezed, hoping one day it would disappear completely.
You were in his space. You looked slowly around the room, taking in the little pieces of decor, and the way everything was set just so. It screamed Leo, down to the soft blue blankets you were curled up under.Ā 
Safe. The room told you. Safe from prying eyes, from staticy emotion boiling off otherā€™s bodies, from questions you werenā€™t in any state to answer.
Safe with Leo.
Your eyelids fluttered, tension bleeding out of your spine with every deep inhale, letting the stale scent of teakwood and jasmine on the sheets, the incense from across the room, the tea on the little table beside your head, swirl together, lulling you to sleep with the scent of Leo.
Safe with Leo.
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bacchuschucklefuck Ā· 5 months ago
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pygmalion and galatea for aroace people
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you should tell your friends what I look like, riz gukgak.
#fantasy high#fantasy high sophomore year#fhsy#riz gukgak#baron from the baronies#fh class quangle#class swap babeyy! bard!riz that's whats goin on!#I really need tags for these now I think lmao#ask to tag#I feel like this should be tagged something. but I dont know what#in my brain after the initial kidnapping class swap baron's thing is every time riz keeps his story abt them up in front of his friends#they get a little bit closer. they send him pictures of where they supposedly are n stuff#theres a scene in my brain only of kristen and riz on top of the van and kristen is like everything kinda sucks rn can u tell me abt baron#cause what you guys have is so nice and beautiful. and riz almost doesn't but he ultimately can't deny kristen a little peace#lmao I feel like dipping into baron stuff with the class swap is like showing my whole ass online again I just. I'm a#horror person before all else... I cant stop myself. canon baron is Great and Cool but that is kind of the thing. for a horror thing theyre#Too Cool. I think cool is kind of the neutralizer of scary. when a monster is a certain amount of cool it overrides the scary#and now u just have a Cool Monster#its so fucked for bard!riz this year bc he doesn't have an office (he's mooching off the school wifi from the AV club room lol)#so there's no buffer between adventure and home life. so baron just shows up in the strongtower apartment lmao#sophomore year bard!riz looks like a slasher protag so I just leaned into it I guess. he gets a mr. x if mr. x is made up by leon kennedy#well. its worse actually. they can show up where he is at any moment theyve proven this. but they dont#they choose to punish him slowly as he lies to his friends instead. baron is mr. x if mr. x is made up by leon and also a bitch#I think its gonna pop up if class swap baron ever speaks in a comic I do but their voice comes from like. inside their hollow face#it sounds like it's a lot deeper in there than that skull should be#tbh what I have rn is kinda like a bag of loose pieces that Can fit together into something great but I dont have the energy to#really sit down with them yet lol. Im doing this inbetween other things#it comes or it doesn't! it's fine. funny how today's bad comic day also. I wont say this is for bad comic day bc all my comics are#flawless and beautiful and perfect and awesome and beautiful and the best#but u should. if u havent drawn a comic today or at all ever u should draw a comic
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noirtek Ā· 2 months ago
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strahm is so compelling to me because heā€™s still a hero while being such a bad person in so many ways that people you just meet in your day to day life are bad people. he is not a serial killer heā€™s not ontologically evil he doesnā€™t scam dying people out of their life savings. but he is an asshole for no reason other than to make others feel stupid heā€™s misogynistic heā€™s motivated by neurotic obsession and ego heā€™s dismissive etc etc but heā€™s still so human and we as the audience get to see him reduced down to base human terror and smallness multiple times!! we get to see the construction and performance of his personality get stripped away to expose someone whoā€™s just a man desperate to survive in spite of his circumstances and that makes the viewer want to root for him!! regardless of his motivations and day-to-day cruelty heā€™s just a man who wants to survive and to protect others!! and then he dies whimpering without learning ANYTHING!!!!!
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spacedace Ā· 2 years ago
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Damian doesn't know who Santa Claus is and Danny tries to gaslight him into believing in Santa
Okay but, like, wouldn't even be gaslighting! Santa canonically does exist in the DC universe, I think I remember reading something about him fighting through an army in hell to give Darkseid a single piece of coal once?
So like, Danny doesn't have to gaslight Damian into believing Santa's real, he just has to pull out the proof (Danny has a binder of everything he knows about the Spirit of Christmas for the purpose of when he eventually goes to war with him, Danny hates Christmas so fucking much haha) and show him evidence that Santa is real.
Probably ranting the entire time about how much he hates the guy & Christmas and it's obvious that this is Danny's arch nemesis. His one true villain above all others. Pariah Dark? A nuisance. Dark Dan? Just a tuesday. Santa? That motherfucker is the bane of Danny's existence and he will pay for what he's done (spread Christmas cheer).
And Danny's the newest member to the family. Damian's been encouraged to get to know his new brother and try and bond with him a bit, make him feel like part of the family. So, obviously, the best way to do that is to help Danny in his quest for vengeance.
And of course Tim & Jason end of getting roped in on this. Damian's grown since he's first came to live with his father. He still is a little brat to his older brothers - he's the baby of the family it's his right - but he doesn't actively hate them anymore and can admit when their particular skills would be useful. Tim is the best at strategizing, and Jason is a combat master with access to all sorts of weapons. With all of them working together Santa has no chance, they will destroy him.
Which all just makes me think of something like this happening lol:
ā€œWhatā€¦uh, what are they doing?ā€ Duke glanced between the chaos unfolding in the family room to where Dick was calmly seated in his favorite chair, sipping idly at a cup of coffee.
ā€œSibling bonding.ā€ Dick said. There was that specific aura of calm around him that said that heā€™d already gone through several crisis and all the stages of grief at least twice. Considering the calamity and chaos the eldest batkid had seen over the years - and especially the last few months since Bruce officially adopted Danny and brought him into the fold - it was a bad sign that heā€™d reached this particular state of Done (TM) before noon. The earliest Dick even woke up was two in the afternoon.
Duke contemplated turning around right then and there - the particular combination of people all excitedly feeding off each otherā€™s feral energy on the other side of the room was a catastrophe in the making he didnā€™t want to be anywhere near when it finally breached containment and spilled out into the wider world - but unfortunately he was cursed with the curiosity that afflicted all members of the bat clan.
ā€œIt looks like theyā€™re plotting to try and kill Santa Claus.ā€
Dick turned to look at Duke fully for the first time since heā€™d entered the room. He had the eyes of one that was deeply haunted by the horrors they had witnessed. On the other side of the room Tim was ranting about anti-magic tech while Danny, Damian and Jason argued over what weapons would be most effective against a demi god. There were schematics of what looked worryingly like a rocket launcher looking device that - if the scribbles on the whiteboard someone had drug into the room where to be believed - was going to be rigged to shoot ecto-grenades.
ā€œDanny hates Christmas.ā€ Dick said, and Duke noticed for the first time that his hands around the coffee cup were faintly trembling. ā€œHeā€™s declared Santa is his arch nemesis.ā€
Duke blinked, glancing over to the others long enough to see Danny start frantically scribbling the words Christmas Nuke on the whiteboard. No one else was trying to erase it. Tim looked worriedly contemplative. Damian and Jason where both nodding in agreement.
He was going to regret this. ā€œBut Santa isnā€™t real?ā€
Dickā€™s eyes gained a faintly manic glean, and Duke could faintly hear the sound of porcelain creaking warningly beneath the desperate hold he had on his coffee cup. ā€œThatā€™s what I thought!ā€ Dick said, with enough cheer to make Duke flinch back instinctively. ā€œBut apparently he is.ā€ A distinct crack appeared in the cup, coffee dripping down into Dickā€™s lap. ā€œAnd apparently theyā€™re going to war with him!ā€
Well, Duke considered, at least that explained why he caught the four of them burning down the giant Christmas tree in the city center last night.
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presdestigatto Ā· 1 year ago
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so is anyone going to explain why max seems to have an encyclopaedic knowledge of charles memes or.
ā€¢ ā€œcharles in bakuā€ -> zero hesitation, knew the exact race, looked a little offended when checo started questioning him
ā€¢ maxsplained the charles gf twitch story to checo
ā€¢ ā€œchuck leclercā€ how did he know this
ā€¢ mimicked charlesā€™ ā€œi dont think anymoreā€ in their joint vegas interview (debatable but iā€™m pretty sure thatā€™s what he was doing)
(if there are any more i missed lmk šŸ¤²)
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armandyke Ā· 4 months ago
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forgot to include this in my memes post
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thechibilitwick Ā· 21 days ago
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happy birthday shidou cheers to a unchanging tomorrow blah blah blah i hope you fall face flat into your cake
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