#I didnt feel like drawing helmets

[effervescentmelody]

Dealing with morning sickness, intense exhaustion and a super fun ER visit this week so I'm combining prompt 3 & 4 of the Chaos Theory Countdown Event.

Started doodling this the moment I saw the full trailer. I can't wait to learn how and why Kenji became obsessed with rock climbing specifically.

[waterwindow]

Some Solly faces for fun

[fisticuffs-bee]

if i had a nickel for every rhythm game ive played where the main character uses a (mostly) red and white guitar and has a robotic arm, AND the games both had some fantastic jazz tracks, i would have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird it happened twice

anyway sadly i cannot play gitaroo man because of the fourth level

[its-avalon-08]

omg I love the protective Daniel post you just did, I feel like max would be so protective too, could I please request max and rival driver reader who always bicker but have undeniable tension..and after a race they’re celebrating at the club and mad max comes out seeing a really creepy guy hitting on her and manhandling her across the dance floor. Reader is a bit shaken up cause she hasn’t had things like that happen in a while since becoming more famous and the creepy guy was a lot bigger than her

and max drives her home and comforts her - I feel a hug from his big strong arms would fix all my problems lolz, maybe leading to some spice?? Thank you!!

hi bubs! im sorry im not super gr8 at writing spice so i didnt include any, myabe in the future! so sorry but hope u enjoy

hands. off. (mv1)

✦ pairing - max verstappen x female!driver!reader

✦ genre - enemies to lovers, angst, creepy guy, confessions, happy ending

The tension was palpable in the team garage as Max and Y/N prepared for the race. Mechanics bustled around, making final adjustments to the cars, while the two drivers stood on opposite sides, glaring at each other.

"You know, Max, just because you have a world championship doesn't mean you're invincible," Y/N said, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she adjusted her gloves.

Max smirked, not looking up from his car. "And just because you're fast doesn't mean you're good enough to beat me. You should focus on keeping up."

Y/N took a step closer, her eyes flashing with anger. "Maybe if you stopped acting like you're the king of the track, you'd see that I'm right on your tail. You're not as untouchable as you think."

Max finally looked up, meeting her gaze with a challenging look. "I'll believe it when I see it, Y/N. Until then, you're just another driver trying to take my spot."

She crossed her arms, standing her ground. "You better watch out, Max. One mistake, and I'll be there to overtake you. And believe me, it'll happen sooner than you think. Until then fuck off."

Max's eyes narrowed. "Bring it on. Just don't cry when you can't handle the pressure."

Their team principal stepped in, sensing the rising tension. "Alright, you two, save it for the track. We need both of you focused if we're going to win today."

Max and Y/N exchanged one last glare before turning their attention back to their cars, the hostility between them lingering in the air.

post race

The race had been fierce, with Max narrowly edging out Y/N for the win. As they walked back to the garage, Y/N's frustration boiled over. She threw her helmet down in exasperation, drawing Max's attention.

"Nice job blocking me out there, Max. Real fucking classy," she snapped, her eyes blazing with anger.

Max shrugged, a smug smile playing on his lips. "It's called defending my position. Maybe you should learn how to do it."

Y/N stepped closer, her fists clenched. "Or maybe you should learn to win without playing dirty."

Max's smile faded, replaced by a cold stare. "I play to win, Y/N. If you can't handle that, maybe you're in the wrong sport."

Y/N's heart raced, not just from anger but from the proximity. She could feel the heat radiating off him, their faces inches apart. "Maybe if you weren't so obsessed with proving you're the best, you'd realize you don't have to be such an asshole all the time."

Max leaned in, his breath hot on her face. "And maybe if you stopped trying to compete with me, you'd see that I actually respect you."

Y/N's eyes widened, the air between them crackling with tension. "Respect? You have a funny way of showing it, Max."

Max's gaze dropped to her lips for a fraction of a second before meeting her eyes again. "It's called tough love sweetheart. You wouldn't want it any other way."

She swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't need your respect."

Max's hand twitched as if he wanted to reach out and touch her, but he held back. "Maybe not. But you have it, whether you like it or not."

The intensity of his gaze was overwhelming, making her head spin. For a moment, all the anger and frustration seemed to morph into something else, something neither of them was ready to admit.

"Why do you always have to make everything so complicated?" Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible.

Max's voice softened, the hostility fading. "Maybe because I don't know how else to deal with you. You're... different."

Y/N's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. "Different how?"

Max's eyes softened, and for a moment, the walls between them seemed to crumble. "Different in a way that scares me. And I don't scare easily."

The vulnerability in his voice caught her off guard, and she felt a surge of emotion she couldn't quite name. Without thinking, she closed the distance between them, their bodies almost touching.

"Max..." she began, her voice trembling.

Before she could say anything more, Max leaned in, his forehead almost resting against hers. "Y/N, I..."

The moment was electric, the world around them fading away. For that brief second, all the rivalry, the anger, and the hostility melted into something raw and undeniable. But just as quickly, Max pulled back, the moment shattered and his rough facade was back up.

"We should get back to the team," he said, his voice hoarse.

Y/N nodded, her heart still racing. "Yeah. We should."

As they walked back to the garage, the tension between them was stronger than ever, but now it was laced with something more—something neither of them could ignore.

time skip

The club was alive with music and dancing, the perfect place to celebrate after a hard-fought race. Y/N tried to shake off the lingering tension from her earlier confrontation with Max, letting the music take over as she moved with her friends. But even in the crowded club, she could feel his eyes on her, a constant presence that sent shivers down her spine.

Max sat at the bar, nursing a drink, but his attention was entirely on Y/N. She danced with an easy grace, her movements drawing the eyes of everyone around her, but Max's gaze was different—intense, focused, and filled with the unresolved tension from their earlier confrontation.

As she danced, Y/N's eyes found Max's across the room. The connection was electric, the tension between them palpable. She locked eyes with him, her movements becoming more deliberate, more provocative, as if she was challenging him, daring him to react.

Max's grip tightened on his glass, his heart racing. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a silent, charged exchange. He wanted to go to her, to close the distance between them, but something held him back.

Suddenly, a large man approached Y/N on the dance floor, his intentions clear. He moved too close, his hands reaching out to touch her. Y/N tried to step away, but he grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him with a force that made her stumble.

"What the fuck? Let go!" Y/N shouted, trying to free herself.

The man's grip tightened, his voice slurred with alcohol. "Come on, baby, don't be like that. Let's have some fun."

Panic flashed in Y/N's eyes. She was used to handling herself, but this man was larger and stronger, and the situation was spiraling out of control. She looked around for help, her gaze finally landing on Max.

Max's vision turned red as he saw the fear in Y/N's eyes. He pushed his way through the crowd, his protective instincts and anger flaring into his "Mad Max" persona.

"Get your hands off her," Max growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The man looked at Max, clearly unimpressed. "Who the hell are you?"

Max stepped closer, his glare icy. "I'm the fucking guy who's going to make sure you never touch her again. Now, let go."

The man sneered, but Max's cold fury was unmistakable. He released Y/N, but not before giving her a rough shove. She stumbled back, and Max caught her, pulling her close to him.

"You okay?" Max asked, his voice softening as he looked down at her.

Y/N nodded, but her eyes were wide, and she was clearly shaken. "Yeah, just... let's get out of here."

The man, not ready to back down, took a step towards them. "You think you can just walk away?"

Max turned back to him, his expression darkening. "I warned you."

Without another word, Max launched himself at the man, delivering a hard punch to his jaw. The man staggered back, and Max followed up with another punch, knocking him to the ground.

"Stay the fuck down," Max spat, his voice filled with anger.

The bouncers quickly moved in, grabbing the man and dragging him away. Max turned back to Y/N, his expression softening once again.

"Come on," he said, taking her hand. "Let's get out of here."

The ride home was silent except for Y/N’s quiet sniffles. She stared out the window, her hands still trembling. The events of the night played over and over in her mind, and she couldn't shake the fear that had gripped her. She let out a silent sob, tears streaming down her face.

Max glanced over, his heart aching at the sight of her distress. Without saying a word, he reached over and grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Y/N looked at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She squeezed his hand back, drawing strength from his presence.

They drove in silence for a while longer before Max finally spoke. "You don't have to be scared anymore, Y/N. I'm here. I'll always be here."

Y/N nodded, unable to find her voice. The tears kept coming, and she leaned over, resting her head on Max's shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as she sobbed into his shirt.

When they arrived at her apartment, Max turned off the engine and gently lifted her out of the car. She clung to him, too exhausted and shaken to protest. Max carried her inside, navigating the familiar path to her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and sat beside her, brushing a stray hair from her face.

"Max," Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible. "I was so scared."

Max's heart clenched. "I know. But you're safe now. That guy will never touch you again. I promise."

Y/N looked into his eyes, searching for the strength she always saw there. "Why are you always there for me? Even when we fight, even when we're at each other's throats, you're always there."

Max took a deep breath, his gaze intense. He wordlessly pulled her into a warm, protective hug. His strong arms enveloped her, pulling her close against his chest.

Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, her voice a barely audible whisper. "I've dreamed about this."

Max’s heart skipped a beat. He held her tighter, his own emotions surfacing. "You’ve dreamed about this?"

She nodded, her voice muffled. "About being held like this… safe and cared for. I didn’t think it would ever actually happen."

Max tilted her chin up gently, looking into her eyes with a serious expression. "Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you."

Y/N met his gaze, her eyes filled with vulnerability. "What is it, Max?"

Max took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly. "I’ve been trying so hard to deny it, but I can’t anymore. I care about you more than I ever wanted to admit. The rivalry, the arguments—they’ve been a cover for what I really feel."

Y/N’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and relief washing over her. "Max, I’ve felt the same way. I’ve been pushing you away because I was scared of these feelings. I didn’t want to admit how much you mean to me."

Max’s fingers brushed a tear from her cheek. "I’ve been so caught up in the competition and the fights that I didn’t realize I was falling for you. But now, seeing you like this, I can’t ignore it any longer."

Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper. "It’s like everything else fades away when I’m with you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before."

Max’s gaze was intense, filled with affection. "You mean everything to me, Y/N. I don’t just want to win races with you; I want to be with you. I want to be the one who’s always there for you."

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes again, but this time they were tears of happiness. "I want that too, Max. I want us to be more than just rivals. I want us to be together, through everything."

Max’s smile was tender as he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. "Then let’s make it real. Let’s be together."

Y/N nodded, her voice trembling with emotion. "Yes. I want that more than anything."

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss filled with all the emotions they had been holding back—passion, relief, and a deep, unspoken love. When they finally pulled away, their eyes locked, both of them knowing that their feelings were finally out in the open.

Max brushed a strand of hair from her face, his smile full of promise. "We have a lot to figure out, but we’ll do it together. I’m in this for the long haul."

Y/N nodded, her heart full. "Together. Always."

Max wrapped his arms around her again, holding her close as they lay down together, both of them finally at peace with the love they had discovered.

[kcrossvine-art]

hi friends! This recipe/review was delayed at first from- well it was a different recipe originally, technically bat tempura should be the next item but id like my first tasting experience of bat to be made by someone else who knows what bat should taste like. The recipe after bat tempura is living armor and id intended to use geoduck to mimic the scale. Living armor is interesting with dunmeshi as they used the suit of armor in 3 different ways; grilling, steaming, and souping.

Affording geoduck, a PNW delicacy, is a stretch for one dish, let alone 3. With my write-ups id like to offer a chance that readers will actually be able to make what we talk about. So I opted to use regular clams instead. I feel myself above the fire so we're still sticking with one dish, the dish that doesnt require a grill or a helmet-esque plating arrangement.

Today in our delicious dungeon, we're going to be making Living Armor Soup!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes into Living Armor Soup?” YOU MIGHT ASKThe ingredients used in the show didnt give much to work on, quoting "medicinal herb" and "special sauce".

1 lbs Mussels

Shallots

Garlic

Bay leaf

Curry powder

Chicken stock

Cream

Eggs

Its important to use cream as your dairy, the higher fat content gives you leeway with boiling and acidity to avoid curdling. Any cream should do. Still bring it to temp gently but rest assured in the moo moos protection. 

AND, “what does Living Armor Soup taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

A smoother, buttery-er cream of chicken soup

The mussel meat itself feels like a simplified version of chicken hearts- structurally and in taste

Its not bad. You could hard sell it to a picky eater 

Green onions would bring crispier top-notes much needed

And maybe building a roux base for the soup would fill out the low end?

I dont know what drinks would pair well with this. My heart wants to say red wine but im not a grape fan and cant get more specific than that

I think the hassle of procuring seafood is why when i ask my friends their opinions, the responses are middling to negative. You cant build a palate for it if you dont eat it enough. If i'd had fish stock i wouldve used that rather than chicken, while it doesnt turn the soup disgusting or make itself known much at all, awareness of its presence draws unfavorable comparisons to food I'd rather be eating. And eating for cheaper too (...besides the chicken hearts).

. Some mussels out of a bunch will inevitably be DOA, you wont be eating exactly a pound of them. This and waterweight are the nature of seafood. . Lay easy on the salt until the end before serving . If you have enough mussel stock left after straining, you might not need additional stock

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From deciding to cook to sitting and eating, the process took about an hour and a half. Not bad but not great, considering this dinner left me feeling full for all of about an hour after.

And the mussels were mostly usable/alive too! I discarded maybe 3 of the whole pound! Sure seafood can be light eating- youd think the dairy and vegetables would hulk it up more. The science of what makes food filling isnt entirely understood, as is most nutrition and gastro science, so i dont know what to blame. Stunning that 1lbs of mussels was not enough to keep a 110lbs person full for an hour.

If i were to make this again, i would serve it with fresh dinner rolls (or another carb). Breads and seafood are joined at the hip in my mind. You want more delicate tastes from your fish? I got just the thing. An entire family of food with varying flavors and textures that just so happen to all work pretty well with the third thing people eat often with seafood; butter.

I give this recipe a solid 4/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) It needs workshopping beyond being recognizable to the show.

🐁 ORIGINAL RESIPPY TEXT BELOW 🐁

Ingredients:

1 lbs mussels, cleaned and de-bearded

Butter

3 shallots, finely diced

3 garlic cloves, crushed

2 bay leaf

Curry powder to taste

120g chicken stock

100g heavy cream

2 eggs

Method:

Wash your mussels. Remove any beards and barnacles. Discard any mussels with open shells.

Finely dice your shallots and garlic.

In a saucepan, brown your shallots and garlic in some butter over medium-low heat. Once softened add your stock, bay leaves, and curry powder to the saucepan. Increase the heat to medium.

Add your cleaned mussles to the saucepan, the liquid should cover them but if not add more stock. Bring to a boil, and then cover and reduce to a simmer.

Keep simmering until most/all of the mussel shells open. Discard any that still havent after about 6 minutes of simmering. Set aside the remaining mussels.

Pass the liquid in your saucepan through a strainer and return the liquid into the saucepan.

In a seperate bowl, combine the eggs and cream together. Carefully stir the egg/cream mixture into the saucepan until incorporated.

Remove the meat from the mussels, either discard or save some shells for garnishing.

Place the mussel meat on the bottom of serving bowls and pour the hot broth overtop, add your garnish (if any) and enjoy!

[wszczebrzyszynie]

Do you perhaps have some space mining au etho lore? I love your design for him catboy etho is so real

The thing about Etho is that his lore is very... meta? Its edgy because space mining is made to resemble a 90s anime. Hes just one of those characters. I have a proper digital artwork of him but its not coloured and i dont have my laptop with me. So instead have an old chibi i made. With Zed. Everything is under the read more

He was born in a lab... all alone. He was genetically modified to have animal features; not exactly a legal procedure, and definitely not a common one. Child experiment made in the name of science. Etho can easily say hes one of a kind... he doesnt even have any strong health complications from that. He was probably the only one out of the children there. It was generally speaking a very traumatic experience. He managed to escape off planet in his teens and was homeless for a while. A stray kitten if you will. While living on the site, he never really had any experience with the outside world; he knew... some things, but not enough to survive on his own

Living on the streets was hard on him. He didnt even know how things like shops or money work; it was never something he needed to know, as his existence was kept a secret. He didnt even know that an apperance like his is something... special. He knew hes one of the only "animal hybrids", but he didnt exactly... connect the dots, what that would mean. After some time of barely surviving he managed to find his place; not really his people, but a community that would help him when he really struggled, even if it took them a while to get used to him. Which is something he really, really needed, as in the beginning Etho couldnt really steal or even lie very well. He was very much a stray, wet cat. And he grew up like this, learning more things from the streets, becoming clever, more... cat-like. He managed to... ułożyć sobie życie (whatever the translation of that is; he was satisfied with his life). And then his colony got destroyed by the organisation Pearl was in, kickstarting his bounty hunting buisness; something that will take well over 10 years.

Cool Etho facts that i couldnt fit well in the backstory part:

Despite his pathetic beginnings he becomes what i would call a one man army... he knows how to get information. He can fight well. Can fix his own tech. Despite his generally chill attitude hes a foe to be feared. He kills people

His bounty hunter persona is kept anonymous for safety reasons. He could be called anarchist, doesnt mind breaking the law, and hes a child experiment runaway. No one knows how he looks like; he actively hides his cat-like features (with a helmet and custom crafted coat to hide the tail). The reason i dont draw him with one is because i like kitty

Hes a huge decked out fan. One of many in the story, apparently. He holds no negative feelings towards Tango (and in fact respects him a lot), but the callisto explosion was rumored to be connected with earthian terrorists, so he just... ended up trying to catch him. Recreationally. He was very obvious about his love for decked out the whole time and tried sharing his strategies.

[sketchstudios07]

I haven't posted art in some time, but here, have some of my D&D ocs interacting with the dungeon meshi party, because it's fun! I drew them with the ones i feel like they're the most similar to either physically or personality-wise. I doubt many people will see, but i'd love to see more people doing this. Here we go!! :}

Marcille and Anne (she/her). She's an elf cleric and also my first character ever! So there isn't much to say about her. I feel like she's just this calm presence, Marcille could have some of that comfort every now and then. They'd definetly bond over hair care and magic, despite working in different fields. In a way, I feel like Marcille would find Anne similar to Falin, or like an older and wiser version of her. Anne could also give some advice on the whole "being scared of death thing", having a short-lived partner and all.

Chilchuck and Heron (he/him), tiny dads! Heron is (obviously) a halfling, but for his class he's actually a homebrew pirate! I think they have plenty of stuff in common to talk about, both of them are often made fun of by their parties for their size, which is fun. They're also both dads, only Chilchuck has 3 girls (4 if you count Izutsumi) and Heron has 4 boys, maybe they'd argue over what's better, idk. Chilchuck is grumpier, but i feel like both have that "Oh my god what are you doing!? Are you an idiot?" attitude when the party does their shenanigans. These two would be good friends, maybe Chil is a bit envious of Heron's stable family though

Laios and Deliz (he/him). Deliz is the character i've been playing the longest, he's a kalashtar sorcerer (with some druid levels). I think it's not hard to tell that they'd bond over hyperfixations. I doubt Laios would be able to answer Deliz's questions, but there's plenty of cool monster stuff to talk about! I wonder what Laios would think about all the weird creatures that possess and infect people in this other world. These two would be great friends, no judgement about "weird" behaviors, just vibes. I also feel like Laios would be super interested in what a "kalashtar" even is, or how powerful Deliz is compared to most adventurers he knows, despite him being so young (21).

Izutsumi and Spark (she/her). The cat girls! Spark is a tabaxi sorcerer that is also a literal child, so I feel like Izustumi would be done with her shit really fast lmao. Kind of like, when a child wants to impress a teenager, but they keep annoying them? Exactly that. Doesn't help that Spark is pretty energetic too. At one point or another though, they'd grow on each other. Izutsumi would never admit it though

Senshi and Lilium (she/they). Not much in common between these two, Lilium is a tiefling druid and Senshi is like, a fighter(?) dwarf, buut they'd get along really well. I feel like senshi would be the calm and nurturing figure this anxious little lesbian needs. She's been through a lot and needs a place to rest every now and then, and maybe drinking a cup of tea with some warm food is the right choice after some adventuring, right? (Also can you tell i didn't wanna draw Senshi's helmet? ITS SO HARD TO DO SIDEWAYS AND I DIDNT FIND ANY REFERENCES)

And a little bonus:

(Azzazel (they/any) is my friends character, they'd spark a whole other convo w/ Laios tbh)

[achromant]

Achro's 2024 Orctober Masterpost

Below is the list of prompts that i used and some thoughts that went into the sketches. They generally follow the official list from instagram, but i made a few minor changes to it.

You can click on the prompts to hop over to their respective post to see the full pic.

Warrior

Went cyberpunk with this, cause i love simplified futuristic fashion.

Mage

Polar opposite of the warrior. Wanted to do something shapey and flowing. Loosely based on my Isabella concept.

Hunter

Really didnt want to draw some kind of archer, so i went the monster hunter route. People are super horny for this one, which was almost the intention.

Priest

Tried to avoid the catholic niche, so i went with modern hazard suits. I imagine there is a very hands-on department of the church that cleanses cursed areas, like a magical cleaning service.

Rogue

Honestly, i just went for the dark gold contrast. Love me some shiny.

Druid

Just didnt want to do a green druid. Luckily, it was time for orange, so it got this nice autmnal feeling. Wanted to do a werewolf initially, but i was in the mood for something a bit more chonky. Sometimes you just need a bit more fluff, yknow?

Pirate

Oh, ya-har-har. It's a pirate! Well, a dead one, at least. I forgot why i killed him, but he probably burned alive with his ship. idiot.

Alchemist

I named him Pickles. The 5 on his helmet connects to the Five of Chalices. In tarot, that card stands for loss and mourning. I imagine that Pickles tries to replace the blood in a body with wine to achieve eternal life. He is also an idiot.

Warlock

i made eight different version for this. Still hate it. He is probably the lost brother of Pickles, but got his eternal life from a deal with something more sinister. More intelligent than his brother, at least in theory.

Barbarian

Another one that took multiple attempts. Still havent decided whether he deserves pants. Might paints something a bit more spicy with him later though.

Shaman

This one is just high.

Paladin

The idea with the shield was that it looks somewhat normal from the front, but has this nice stained glass effect only visible to those behind the paladin. His story revolves around a lost lover he failed to protect, and now he's on a journey of vengenance and self-discovery.

Death Knight

Went a bit more demon than death, but oh well. Will defintetly use him as an enemy somewhere in the story.

Archer

Based this one on Lara Croft, obviously. Didn't want to give him a bow at first. Still don't think he deserves one.

Necromancer

Honestly, this is just the standard ugly little hunchback character, but people are very adamant that he's a character from Legend Of Zelda. He's not, he is obviously from the same universe as Hatsune Miku.

Demon Hunter

Colleague of the warrior. Probably the reason the priest needs to work overtime. Actually, no, he's warrior's boyfried now.

Bard

Oh, this one is a character i made a few years ago. He's the protagonist of a story i'm writing. The skull on the head of his instrument is that of his former teacher.

Monk

Needed another round boy. Not quite satisfied with this one, but the direction is nice.

Mercenary

Probably a friend of the warrior/demon hunter. Comic relief character. The Wanted poster he's holding up shows Moth.

Warlord

This one was supposed to be a bit more epic, but i made each of the orctober sketches in ~1h. Will probably revisit this to make it a proper painting.

Sorcerer

I know he looks like he has a tragic backstory, but he doesn't. He's very evil and should be locked away in some secure place. Preferably one that it fireproof.

Engineer

i forgot what my initial idea for this was, but i really like whatever i did here. His tattoo is of the "danger! explosion" sign, but in a heart. Slightly fucked up the writing though, accidentally mirrored it. Whoops.

Magical Girl

This one was supposed to be a "Cleric" as per the prompt list, but i already had a priest, so screw that. Wanted something super sweet and pink. The motif this outfit follows is the Weeping Heart flower. Also slight nod to Madoka Magica.

Scout

Didn't want to do the typical RPG style scout, so this one bakes cookies instead. He also has an axe, which has absolutely nothing to do with the cookies, i hope.

Beastmaster

This one was purple, so i really wanted to do somethine werewolf-y. I imagine him being the younger version of the barbarian, who will later learn that he shouldnt rely on the wolf alone, and better get a bigger axe.

Dragon Rider

So. This. I wanted to go for a biker dude, but went a bit too punk with it, and then just leaned into it. He is a biker at heart, but his dragon is the equivalent of a bicycle. Neither of them mind that though, theyre a very happy couple.

Assassin

This one needs a bit of explaining. I started with a himbo-type dude-bro (he had a "knife to meet ya"-shirt), to get a contrast to the rogue. And then the next thought was pretty much "what would be the most inefficient weapon for an stealthy assassin?", so he got a chainsaw. The rest of his design is a nod to Lolipop Chainsaw.

Witch Doctor

This one is 100% based on Baron Samedi, one of the main voodoo gods, which is why this character is half skeleton. The feathers are just for drama. I love feathers.

Sage

Oh, this one is just an old man. I'm pretty sure there was a reason i gave him a bunny hat, but dont ask me what that was.

Cyborg

Eyyy, throwback to the first of the month! Warrior got a bit of an upgrade. Only cost him an arm! Not much of a fan of fullblown cyborgs, so i went with the cyberpunk direction again, and left the traces of his upgrades at a minimum. Wonder if his boyfriend approves.

[dunmeshistash]

on top of senshi being unlikely to have found a bunch of his partys clothes after they were eaten by monsters, i also think that if senshi had been wearing the same clothes (that had already previously been used for some amount of time by others before him) for the decade hes been in the dungeon, there would probably be signs of wear and repairs on the clothes - like in the case of the helmet, which very much could be the same one that belonged to his friend, but which is consistently drawn with damage from its use which is even pointed out in canon during the shapeshifter incident as a notable detail. in comparison to this attention to detail and consistency, it would feel a bit strange to me if ryoko kui intended senshis clothes to be read as taken from his old party members yet didnt draw/color them the same or add visible signs of long-term use and wear.

Yeah, he fixed the helmet and modified the shield but there's nothing obvious to say the rest are old.

I hadn't realized how similar his clothes were to the old members tho I think that's pretty cool!

[dindjarinandlysakane]

The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 18 - So you're in love?

When Din Djarin meets a beautiful cake seller from Nevarro, do you think he’s just going to stand back and let her suffer at the hands of her abusive boyfriend? After a lifetime of heartache and pain, Lysa Kane realises she’s not on her own any more and finds an unlikely friend in the Mandalorian. And Din Djarin does not like men who treat women like that, not one tiny bit. Friendship/comfort and maybe something more…

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Chapter 18

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“What’s up with you?” came the smooth voice of Bo Katan.

Din was sat on a large rock with Grogu at his side.

The moment Din had returned home, tired and aching from Lysa’s doorstep, he had found a communication from Bo Katan and the other Mandalorians, asking him to join them off planet and help with rounding up several more of the Creed than they had had word lived within the Outer Rim.

And almost immediately Din had jumped into his N-1 and flown away, that evening. Barely giving the planet of Nevarro a second look.

For he had to go...just for a while.

Hurt. Ego bruised.

Still in utter angry disbelief about what had happened.

After everything Crix had done, Lysa still stood there and defended him. Remaining loyal to him in spite of everything.

What more could Din do now?

He had pleaded with her to leave with him and be safe. 

And for a moment Din had seen a flash of hope in her eyes. And yet somehow Crix had still snaked his way back into her head, blackmailing her, convincing her that there was and only ever could be him.

Din felt like giving up. For what more could he do?

And yet he still felt that tug at his heart when he thought of her. Yearning for her with every fibre of his being.

He prayed it would pass.

For Lysa had seemed certain in her choice.

A choice that did not include him.

For the last two days, Din had been notably subdued, listening to what Bo Katan needed, but providing little-to-no idle conversation.

His mood and his mind elsewhere…

Even Grogu had been aware that his father was not his usual self, sitting closer to Din that normal, providing a silent comfort, which Din appreciated.

For two days Din, Grogu, Bo-Katan and a small group of Mandalore natives, had tracked the rumour of the hidden Mandalorians, with no avail.

Now on the second night, tired and exhausted, the Mandalorains had decided to make camp for the night in the middle of a dusty desert. This was the fourth planet they had been to in two days and Din had already lost track of exactly where they were. His mind far from on top form.

The sky had grown dark and the planet colder than the group were used to, meant that a fire had been lit. 

The majority of the Mandalorians had already taken off their helmets, deciding this was a good a time as any to eat.

But of course Din, still following the ancient ways to the letter, kept his helmet firmly on his head. Not feeling hungry, his stomach still twisted into knots as he stared into the fire.

At his side, Grogu had stared up at his father, giving a concerned croak, drawing the attention of Bo-Katan who was sitting on Din’s other side, nursing a hot cup of broth between her cold hands.

Her sharp eyes had lingered on Din’s beskar covered face and slumped shoulders for a long few seconds, before she had asked him the question.

“What’s up with you?”

Din Djarin had never been the life and soul of a party, always far more quiet and reserved than your average.

But that didnt mean he didnt have a big heart and wear his emotions on his sleeve the same as everyone else.

He gave a heavy sigh.

“I’ve just had a few things going on in Nevarro,” he uttered, the detail still feeling too raw for him to go into.

But nevertheless, Bo pressed him.

“Something i should know about?”

Din shook his head. “No. Its just a tricky situation I don’t know how to get myself out of. But at the same time I don’t know if I want to.”

At his words, Bo-Katan gave a smirk, leaning forwards with interest.

“Go on.”

Din gave a hard swallow. The fire dancing in front of his eyes as he stared into its abyss.

He was silent for a few long seconds before he finally spoke. His voice low and quiet.

“There’s a….woman-“ he began, giving a huff as he tried to find the right words.

At this, Bo-Katan looked mightily intrigued.

“So you’re in love?” she commented eagerly, her grin widening.

But Din looked her way, his breath catching in his throat at the accusation.

Was it love that he felt for Lysa?

He knew that his feelings for her were strong, but surely it was a mere concern for her welfare that made him feel like that.

But would concern alone make his heart pound and his chest restrict in a tortuous yearning every single moment he thought about her?

“No, I-“ he began, but again Bo cut across him.

“There’s no point in denying it. I can hear it in your voice,” she uttered, shooting him a knowing look.

Behind his helmet, Din pursed his lips irritably. “She’s a friend. Back on Nevarro,” he said promptly. “I just wanted to make sure she was safe-“

“And you overstepped the mark?” Bo Katan uttered.

Din gave a frown as Bo Katan interrupted.

“No,” he replied in a firm tone. “The man she’s with. He’s got some kind of control over her…I saw the bruises he gave her.”

“And let me guess. You just went barging on in there, all blasters blazing?” snipped Bo Katan, glancing away from him and giving a roll of her eyes.

“I wanted him punished for what he’d done,” said Din a little heatedly, getting defensive.

“And I’m guessing it wasn’t appreciated?” she murmured, looking back at Din now, reading him like the pages of a book.

“No,” said Din, sounding annoyed, both by his actions and the feedback they were getting. “I gave her the choice to come with me. But in the end she still chose him.”

“Well what did you expect?” said Bo, raising an eyebrow and giving a shallow laugh. “That she’d run into your arms and thank you for saving her? If she’s being controlled by this man. Do you really think that ends when you show up and act the hero?”

Bo gave a shake of her head causing her red hair to bobble slightly around her.

“It isn’t your fight, Din,” she said meaningfully, turning her attention back to her broth. “It’s hers.”

Din stared at Bo-Katan for a few long seconds before gazing back to the fire once more and letting out huff of air through his nose.

Maybe Bo was right.

Maybe he had overstepped the mark. Gone in when Lysa had explicitly told him not to.

All Din had been trying to do was protect her. Attempting to provide her with some sort of grand gesture of how much he truly cared about her, in the form of violence.

Din had only known Lysa for a matter of weeks but had already seen how strong and capable she was. And she certainly wasn't stupid…perhaps in this case just blinded by Crix and his persuasive words.

“That’s the last of it,” came a sudden loud and jovial voice to Din’s left, on the other side of Grogu. “So you’d better savour every mouthful.”

He glanced up to see Axe Woves, talking to a couple of unmasked Mandalorians beside him.

But it was what he was holding in his hand that drew Din’s attention suddenly. As he noticed Axe pass around a small piece of dark and syrupy-looking sweet bread wrapped in a familiar cloth.

Din gave a frown before he could help himself.

“That cake,” he said suddenly, drawing their attention, and the attention of Bo-Katan who glanced up from her meal. “Where did you get it?”

Axe Woves gave a smirk, glancing at his comrades before looking back to Din.

“Why? You going to take your helmet off to try some?” he said in a mocking tone, as the small group all chuckled.

“No, I meant where did you buy it?” asked Din in a clipped voice, his patience waning.

But Axe Woves merely shrugged easily, taking a bite of the cake.

“We get a delivery at our camp on Nevarro a couple of times a week,” he said matter-of-factly, talking with his mouth full. “Pretty girl, she comes to us selling all sorts of goodies. Never managed to catch her name though-”

“Lysa,” said Din quickly, his voice heated, saying her name before he could stop himself.

The group all stared up at him, all falling silent.

And behind his beskar, Din felt himself redden.

“Her name’s Lysa,” he said, a little quieter this time, giving a nod.

From his other side, he could feel Bo-Katan’s eyes on him, but he didn't say another word, merely turning back to the fire.

And it was a moment before Axe Woves spoke again.

“Well I’ll be sure to say hello to her next time, if she ever shows up again. Bloody good stuff this.”

And with that, he popped the last of the cake into his mouth and turned back to his friends once more.

Again Grogu looked up at his father before exchanging a meaningful look with Bo-Katan.

Not that Din Djarin noticed, his mind back on Nevarro….hoping with every fibre of his being that Lysa was ok.

For who else could ever make him feel like this? An excruciatingly beautiful agony, burning at his heart. An agony that Din knew didn’t want to be without for as long as he was living…

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[justabeewithapen]

:0 if you have ideas for a maskless hero drawing then i want to see it! but if not then what would the others reactions be if they see him without the mask(considering TLQ didnt know that it was a mask i think the others would have the same idea except for contrarian)?

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! I had these grand visions of drawing all of them, then that task was so daunting I kept pushing this back. I didn't draw everyone, but I did draw the most important one. Firstly, the list of people who knew Hero's helmet wasn't his face: Smitten - While a peaceful creature himself (unless righteous justice is needed) Smitten has seen the after-math of other employees from less kindly monsters. His first and only concern when seeing Hero was fixing that man's horrible haircut. No one knows how he learned to cut hair considering his head is a skull, but I don't think anyone is brave enough to ask. Cold - One of the less peaceful monsters, he's blown a few heads off employees before and has picked up on helmets because of how they shatter. He thinks they're more like some sort of artificial shell employees wear for protection like they do the nutcracker body, and they're not far off! Cold would mock Hero for willingly leaving his protective casing and then would be tackled by TLQ as he loads his shotgun Contrarian - Being a masked they obviously know how people work. If he ran into Hero without his helmet he wouldn't be too different. Assuming Hero lets them, they would be far more touchy-feely and grabby, and more of that 'blood' substance might leak from their face on instinct. They wouldn't convert him, but it would be more obvious the urge is there. Skeptic - While he can't see he has pieced together from the way Hero talks that he wears something over his face. Skeptic envisions it more like a carapace situation like bugs, physically apart of Hero and hiding the squishy undersides. If Hero allowed (he would but he would be very anxious) I think Skeptic would want to sniff and feel Hero's face with his own to get an idea of it. He would also probably suggest Hero get his hair preened by Cheated because he is very good at it. Stubborn - Stubborn has eaten a lot more employees than Hero would be comfortable knowing about. It doesn't make any difference to Stubborn, but he would make fun of Hero's "baby face" because he doesn't have any scars. Secondly, people who did not know the helmet came off: Broken - Broken is always very touchy-feely when interacting with Hero. Because his acid is so light Hero's suit is perfectly capable of resisting it for pretty long periods of time. The same does not apply to skin however. Broken would probably try and climb up Hero like it normally does, only to be startled out when Hero freaks out because their goop burns on skin. They would """"run"""" off to mope until Hero finds them to promise there aren't any hard feelings. Cheated - Like Stubborn he immediately comments on Hero's lack of scars. While startled to find out the helmet wasn't Hero's face, Cheated is pretty quick to accept that fact and move on. He would offer to preen Hero's hair and would actually be more comfortable around Hero. Having a face to read emotions off of makes him more comfortable, even though Hero normally has a very expressive voice. Hunted - Hunted already has fairly bad eyesight, so the only thing this changes for him is that it is slightly easier to separate Hero's head from the background of facilities. Normally Hunted stares at Hero's chest when they talk because his bright green suit is a good spot to focus on. The thought Hero also has an exoskeleton is easy to understand, but Hunted would be freaked out at the idea Hero is putting back on his old 'molts' instead of moving to new ones!! Do you want to be less protected squishy friend???? Opportunist - Similar to Hunted it is not hard for him to accept that Hero has an exoskeleton. He is less caught up on the removable aspect, but he is suddenly very interested in the helmet itself. There is no way he didn't try and steal it at least once... or twice. Paranoid - Very much freaked out and bothered that the helmet isn't his face. The first time Hero takes it off Paranoid has a breakdown trying to figure out why Hero is

[year2000electronics]

Hi, just being curious, what do you think is the greatest difficulty you’ve faced carrying out the storyline in your ask blogs (aside from potential burnout)?

Is there any time where the asks were not going towards the direction where you’d want them to go, and how did you steer the story back on track?

Do you have any techniques giving out clues or keeping the pace of the ask blog?

[sorry these are a lot. Of questions. It’s just, it’s amazing how you are able to run multiple successful askblogs, and I’m curious how you did it]

OOOH THESE ARE SOME INTERESTING QUESTIONS! really pickin at my old noggin here...

id say probably the most difficult part is like... ok through my tenure ive obviously had some physically taxing moments, moments of people being way too mean, people being way too NICE, people complaining that every single member of a giant ensemble cast doesnt get the exact same amount of screentime etc etc, but id honestly say the hardest part is just. making the medium Work. when i run an ask blog like this, im basically asking people to drive the story forward with no promise of whether their choices even like. Matter. if youre not tethered enough to your asks, it can feel like youre just asking people to put a coin in the slot and letting the story play for another page. you have to play this balancing act of wanting to tell the story you want to tell while also needing peoples' help to get there. thats why an engaging story and endearing characters are so important. i wound up telling people here on my main that y2k would end with a good ending specifically because i got people concerned i genuinely would end it with a Bad End, but still even knowing that people would tune in. so its like. i always have to make sure its Engaging enough. for people to be willing to play this game with me at all. the hardest part of fishing is getting the fish to bite yk.

2. YES ALL THE TIME LOLLLL a lot of the time i will end up either picking an ask from before the topic came up and answer that one, or plant my own decoy ask. basically jingling keys at people HJSSKHASGK. but sometimes even that doesnt work! benrey in y2k has a very touchy complex about his helmet specifically because I DIDNT HAVE SPRITES WITH HIS HAIR. and i thought that his hair was kinda boring compared to what people were probably expecting (its very short and simple i draw his hair like bootleg barney) so i ended up having to answer that little thread by having an explosion and then presenting my own resolution (gordon calm him down :)) i like to think ive gotten better at key jingling though haha. usually the two types of key jingling topics i find work best are either little plot teases or a 'now back to what we were doing' ask, but if you dont want things to advance quite yet, i usually use questions that will elaborate on a character trait or introduce a new character fact

3. dont be me. /j ok actually the thing about this specific medium is like. people will send me asks guessing my twists WAAAAY early on but the thing is i can just. choose not to answer them. hehe. id personally pay attention to how often people are guessing your twists though because like. its BOUND to happen if you lay out clues some people will pick up on them. if theres not a lot of people guessing, then you can lean more into the big sting reveals of like 'NOOOOBODY EXPECTED THIS' but when a lot of people have guessed the twist, i usually make sure to present it in a way that doesnt imply that there was nobody on the right trail or that people got bamboozled. as for the clues themselves. well im about to figure that out myself again! i have some clues i need to lay in bmfe!! dont get discouraged if people pick up on what you thought was really subtle, cos like. literal day 1 of episode 3 someone literally made a powerpoint saying 'LEADING LIGHT IS BACK' and i was like ok i was just on my first crumb DAMN. as for pacing, it doesnt matter if you get the blog done in one month or one year- what does matter is PLANNING. if you know what your goal is, what your landmarks and checkpoints are, youll be able to stagger stuff successfully no matter the length. some of the best-recieved parts of y2kvr were parts i went into the session going 'this is my goal for today' for. the goals dont even have to big, it could even be something as small as like 'get from place a to place b'

SORRY THIS GOT LONG but ty for the question! reflecting on my process is interesting :]

[seeminglydark]

Would Caro ever grow their hair out long as an adult? Understandable if it bring up BAD PTSD FEELINGS AND FEARS, was just curious. Related: Would Johnny ever grow his hair out long?

HM im going to say probably not in caros case. I think they would get past the PTSD of it a few years after their brittney spears moment, it was always about not having control over it and less about the hair itself i think (which is why im comparing it to that analogy,) but these days Caro is fairly low maintenance about their appearance and hair like they used to have requires a LOT of work and upkeep. The only thing they bother with these days is skin care and drawing in their eyebrows. They want to be out the door, driving with the top down, or stuffing their head and shorter hair into a motorcycle helmet and not worrying about fixing it up afterward haha! on the opposite end of the spectrum, while ive yet to draw caro middle aged, in my head they have thinning hair/pattern baldness and absolutely rock it.

As for John. ok i actually sketched it a bit for the Human Version of him in werewolf AU, johns hair is thick and wavy bordering on curly, and i just. he looked too much like Mr Universe. And it made me laugh. its not bad, but it REALLY didnt fit his character specifically.

I'm very hair-centric with my character designs, and while i love a cute metalhead or long haired boy, hell im married to a long hair boy, and at some point Avery (character in Seemingly Dark) will be the long haired boy in my stories, to me, john without his trademark pomp or hawk just doesnt feel like john.

[imjustheretofangirl003]

The familiar person sat at the counter, not even bothering to sugar and cream their coffee before downing the scalding liquid, drawing an eyebrow raise from the villain.

Shit, I knew he was resistant to heat after Boston, but that just looks miserable. He thought to himself, heart calming from the initial adrenaline of recognizing him.

He sat there alone, not even on his cell, just refilling the cup from the carafe. It struck the villain he wasn't meeting civilian friends here, or even working a low profile job.

I'm going to regret this im going to regret this I'm so-

Before he could realize, he was sitting next to the hero, attempting a friendly smile.

"Hey."

...

It went on like that for embarassingly long. One would think an arch nemesis would indulge in their enemies company only long enough to learn of a great weakness, or person of interest. But the villain couldn't stomach the idea. Something about seeing him out in person, out of costume made him seem so fragile.

And in some ways he was. The apartment the hero -we do not ask why the villain has seen the heros apartment, thank you- rented was a dump, and the landlord did nothing to fix anything. For all his cunning and brawn the hero did not have more than a high school degree, if that. And so he became a bit of a maintenance man for him. See? No odd reasons at all.

If he was being honest, he liked this new routine. The hero never caught on, since the villain wore a full mask and voice modifier as his trademark. And, whether he knew it or not, the hero benefited from this situation as well, with the villain being careful not to hit a limb he mentioned was sore, or let fights go too late in the night if the hero worked the next day.

It was all going peachy until the villain screwed it up, because of course he did.

Reluctantly, he had agreed to a team up with a much more violent villain, and things went down hill from there.

The power this rogue held destroyed more than the villain ever did. He considered himself a more, theatrical villain. At some points, it felt like he was fighting the rogue himself, attempting to redirect attacks to less populated areas. One of these attacks having completely shattered his voice modifier. He was careful not to speak, until he couldn't anymore.

Things had gotten messy too fast, all he remembers is looking up from the ground at the exhausted hero looking around for the rogue. The shattered display in his mask quickly calculated the next hit would be from behind, and directed at his head. Shit. Not even the hero could survive that, and he knew it.

It was coming too fast.

He wasnt seeing it.

Someone had to do something.

Somebody anybody just-

"MOVE!"

He didnt realize he was even the one who screamed until he saw the simething click in the heros eyes as they locked on him amongst the rubble. The hero moved at the last second and for a second the villains heart soared, until he realized the projectile was now in a direct path to him.

The villain didn't have time to curse before he felt himself yanked into the air by his metal collar, feeling the rattle in his bones at the explosion just beneath him. Craning his neck, the heros face was nothing but stone, showing no drop of emotion at what assuredly, must be a pretty dramatic reveal, if he says so himself. Plopping him down on a nearby rooftop, the hero only hesitates a split second before taking off at a speed the villain had never seen before to take care of the rogue.

...

"Why did I think he'd come" the villain grumbled, sitting two rooftops away from their usual diner.

It was closer than he shouldve been, but he couldnt help it. He peeked back into his binoculars, a drastic step down from his usual technology, mostly because his helmet lay useless at his side. He didn't bother going back to the lab to fix it after the fight.

It didn't seem as important all a sudden.

He waited another moment before uncrossing his legs and standing, doing what has become his new signature, grumbling and pacing.

"Stupid stupid stupid stupid- ARGH!" He kicked his helmet across the rooftop, not noticing it stop abruptly until the figure spoke.

"Is that any way to treat something you own, didn't your mother tell you to treat things with respect?"

He regreted the yelp that escaped his throat at suddenly being yanked out of his own thoughts, face burning with embarassment. He grabbed for his cape, backing away slightly, feeling incredibly ridiculous in full costume without his mask, with the hero in nothing but civilian clothes in front of him.

"I-I swear I wasn't here to start a fight, I-I just wanted to... to see.." He felt himself hit the wall before he realized he'd backed himself into a corner, with the hero still walking his way, shattered helmet tucked under his arm like some kind of sportsball.

"To see if I'd still show up?" The heros voice was quieter, as if trying not to spook a wild animal, but not for a second patronising. The villain nodded, and hung his head, only for the hero to gently lift his chin and point to another building the opposite side of the diner. He was confused until he explained "I was waiting for you too, the only reason I saw you was when you stood up to do your pacing." The villain felt his face heat up at that.

"A-Ah...." he cleared his throat. "I'm uhm... sorry about today. Things got out of hand I-I never should've agreed-" The heros shook his head, cutting him off.

"You saved my life today. You have been for a while. I couldn't pin down what had changed between us. Why you suddenly would have a malfunction or end fights early" he laughs, and it sounds like bells "I never in a million years it was because you were my diner boy!"

The villain felt himself try to tuck into his collar, heart racing as fast as it did that first night he heard a very familiar voice.

'My...?' His thoughts lingered on the simple adjective.

The hero looked him over, and offered a smile. "Do you... have a place nearby you can change? So we can talk over coffee?"

He mulled it over for a moment before hitting a button on his suit, causing it to reorganize and contract to the size of a lunchbox, taking it and the busted helmet, flushing once more as their fingers brushed, and stashed both in a corner on the rooftop. The villain turned, dusting off the purple lasercat sweatshirt, and looked up at the hero expectantly.

"R-Ready" he offered after a moment, the hero just shook his head, muttering "diner boy" before scooping him up, much to his surpise.

"Hey wait woahwoahwoah I don't do flying!" The hero gave him a quizzical look.

"You have a high tech hoverboard"

"Yeah! That I use with my suit! That has altered gravity so I dont get motion sick!"

The hero snickers, not trying very hard not to, and set him back down, walking toward the fire escape instead.

"Cmon then Mr. Delicate Stomach." He turns and smiles as he holds the rail. "Please, come explain that to me over your four sugars two cream coffee."

The villain cant help but keep up with the banter that has always felt so natural between them. "Says the one who practically drinks gasoline! Diner coffe is bad enough as is, but heaven forbid you add a little sugar in your life!"

The hero laughs, and the villains heart feels light as they follow him down, chatting like old friends as they meet in their diner, once again.

A villain nurses their loss in a quiet diner when an equally tired person enters, and orders a coffee in a very familiar voice.

[rexscanonwife]

So...how about that trope where two characters have to hide in a tight space together while evading an enemy, huh? 😳👉👈

[chatterbox010]

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