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[rhinocio]

[rhinocio]

OHMIGOSH SUNNY HIIIIIIIIIII bro you know you don't have to stay anon you can totally come hang out with us!!! the bnnuy sandtrap is a welcoming place I prommy

I am brought the GREATEST joy by seeing Ela's art getting appreciated!!! she's got access to the Sword Lifted draft so I routinely get suprise-blasted with incredible art and then I'm like I NEED TO YELL TO SOMEONE ABOUT THIS, ARE YOU SEEING THIS SHIT the colours, the expressions, the incredibly good shape language....... I think you're entirely right in saying that Yuki's whole upper body is YOKED, dude swings a sword around with *both hands*, he's strong as hell

honestly preemptive RIP for all of us because whenever Ela draws big Tetsuya + Yusuke feelings stuff I just immediately collapse fhdlsfhsd we got really into the weeds about how the two of them really Get what it's like expecting Keiko to be around and then noticing her absence deeply - Yuki does too ofc but. y'know

pain

Anyway YES Ken will not be free from getting his ass whooped, but he does bring it on himself..... and ueueueueue thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it??? ;w; the draft of Sword Lifted just surpassed 100k words, it's literally the biggest thing I've ever written, I'm so lost in the sauce, and hearing that even one other person is enjoying it makes me so happy I'm gonna sob into my tea about it GRACIAS FR

THE DOLLS ARE BACK AND WETTER, SADDER, CUTER, AND STRONGER THAN EVER!!!

Yuki's DRENCHED, that poor bnnuy boy. I never knew how much I needed to see a wet pathetic rabbit until now. He looks like he'd make a wet splat sound if he was slapped on a wall (like throwing a soaked towel on tile.)

TETSU AND YUSUKE NOOOOO- There's so many emotionsss!!!! They're so disappointed in themselves, how could they let eachother down so terribly. But, God, they're so relieved to see eachother again. At the end of the day, they're still brothers and they love each other sososososo much. But they've made so many mistakes that hurt one another and themselves. It's so sad don't do this to meeee (jk, I LOVE ITTTTT)

and...the cuddles...the cuddles...THE CUDDLES!!

soff bunny's cuddling??? BIG BNUUY TUCK LIL BNUUY TO BEDD????? They're adorable pleaseeeee spareee meeeee aaaahhhhhh. I know for a FACT it HAD to have hurt Yusuke that he doesn't remember him...like, not even ONE bit??? after all the cuddles and games of peek-a-boo? not a single memory? that definitely stung. unsurprising considering Yuki's age at the time, but still hard to think about for sure.

and martial arts bunny's??? guys...they're so strong ya'll, DON'T mess with them!!! Don't let the fluff deceive you, they're not cute pet store bunny's!!

Not sure if it's the sharp lining style or Yuki's muscles, but i'm choosing to believe Yuki has fat biceps, yeah he's super strong ya'll.

also, Ken getting his ass handed to him buy an 18 year old?? get humbled old-young man

anyway's back into the abyss I go, lots of love and kisses to You and Rhin!!! (Also Rhin if you're reading this, the new UTSLH update was so delicious i'm foaming from the mouth!!!! expect a comment sometime soon, love youuu 🫶)

- 😎

OH YEEAHH AND YOU'RE BACK TOO!!! WELCOME!!!

I really REALLY needed to try my hand at doing wet fur, the images wouldn't leave my brain jhdfjg "He looks like he'd make a wet splat sound if he was slapped on a wall" YESSS OH THAT WAS THE EXACT GOAL, GOOD. I will say these are mostly inspired by yet-to-be-released Sword Lifted chapters sooo... spoilers without context? But here, enjoy our delightful Wet Yuki commentary:

AWH MAN I've been drawing Tetsu A LOT lately (and I will dO IT AGAIN) but I realized I hadn't really drawn that many sibling moments between him and Yusuke, so there's THE COMFOOORT! My thought with that one was them comforting each other about having lost Keiko. Tetsuya is not one to cry often at all, but Keiko was his whole world for twenty-five years of his life. That kind of pain doesn't go away so easily... It's so good that they both can have someone to grieve with now, though. They don't have to go through this alone!!

Oh it definitely stung Yusuke that his nephew doesn't remember him, and it's really weird on Yuki's part too! Rhin and I keep going back to discussing Yuki's characterization in Sword Lifted just because the situation on his part is so strange it's impossible to "react accordingly". This guy you don't remember and whom nobody told you about was almost like an older brother to you and played with you and cradled you to sleep as a baby, how wild is that??? But listen, I do know if anyone was going to look at this situation in the most practical, polite and straightforward way, it would be Yuki.

THEY'RE BATTLE BNNUYYYS you know, for being a samurai-inspired AU on an action shonen show's setting, I sure don't draw as much actual samurai-ing as I should djfgjdf I NEED TO REMEDY THAT, I'm really itching to do some big dramatic illustrations, but my to-draw list just keeps getting larger and larger with bunny stuff..... awh lord save me.

Oh Yuki is definitely all steel under that fur for sure for sure. I feel like I tend to draw characters scrawnier than they'd realistically be, but it's kind of my brain unconsciously going LITTLE BOY djfdgf to be honest Yusuke, Ken and Mari are the ones I'm generally more conscious about, when it comes to body types? Just because Rhin made a really good point of them being Big Guy, Tall Slim Guy and Hourglass Woman and I'm so weak about SHAPES. But also as I keep improving with my anatomy I try to be more aware of what the body types of my OCs are, and how to show that with time too.

AND RHIN SAYS HI BACK!!!

It's always a delight to have you buddy 💕 Stay tuned for more rabbits!!!

[the-trinket-witch]

🖌 for Finn and Tidus if you don't mind :P

(Am I doing this right?)

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Do you happen to know how often it occurred for wives of arrested deputies to share the same fate of their husbands, so either imprisoned, or condemned to death ? Do you have some examples? I'm referring to the years between 92-95. Moreover if it's not too much to ask for, could you also point out the signature of the CSP members who signed such warrants?

That’s a very interesting question, especially since no official studies seem to have been made on the subject. What I’ve found so far (and it wouldn’t surprise me if there’s way more) is:

Félicité Brissot — after the news of her husband’s arrest, Félicité, who had lived in Saint-Cloud with her three children since April 1793, traveled to Chartres. There (on an unspecified date?) she and her youngest son Anacharsis (born 1791) were arrested by the Revolutionary Committee of Saint-Cloud (the two older children had been taken in by other people) which sent her to Paris. Once arrived in the capital, Felicité was placed under surveillance in the Necker hotel, rue de Richelieu, in accordance with an order from the Committee of General Security dated August 9 1793 (she could not be placed under house arrest in her own apartment, since seals had already been placed on it). On August 11 she underwent an interrogation, and on October 13, she was sent from her house arrest (where she had still enjoyed a relative liberty) to the La Force prison. Félicité and her son were set free on February 4 1794, after six months spent under arrest. The order for her release was it too issued by the Committee of General Security, and signed by Lacoste, Vadier, Dubarran, Guffroy, Amar, Louis (du Bas-Rhin), and Voulland. Source: J.-P. Brissot mémoires (1754-1793); [suivi de] correspondance et papiers (1912) by Claude Perroud)

Suzanne Pétion — According to a footnote inserted in Lettres de madame Roland (1900), Suzanne was imprisoned in the Sainte-Pélagie prison since August 9 1793. In an undated letter written from the same prison, Madame Roland mentions that not only Suzanne, but her ten year old son Louis Étienne Jérôme is there too. I have however not been able to discover any official orders regarding Suzanne’s arrest and release, so I can’t say for exactly how long she and her son were imprisoned and who was responsible for it right now. @lanterne you wrote in this super old post that you’re waiting for a Pétion biography, did you get it? And if yes, does it perhaps say anything about Suzanne’s imprisonment in it? 😯)

Louise-Catherine-Àngélique Ricard, widow Lefebvre (Suzanne Pétion’s mother) — According to Histoire du tribunal révolutionnaire de Paris: avec le journal de ses actes (1880) by Henri Wallon, Louise was called before the parisian Revolutionary Tribunal on September 24 1793, accused “of having applauded the escape of Minister Lebrun by saying: “So much the better, we must not desire blood,” of having declared that the Brissolins and the Girondins were good republicans (“Yes,” her interlocutor replied, “once the national ax has fallen on the corpses of all of them”), for having said, when someone came to tell her that the condemned Tonduti had shouted “Long live the king” while going to execution; that everyone would have to share this feeling, and that for the public good there would have to be a king whom the “Convention and its paraphernalia ate more than the old regime”. She denied this when asked about Tonduti, limiting herself to having said: “Ah! the unfortunate.” Asked why she had made this exclamation she responded: ”through a sentiment of humanity.” She was condemned and executed the very same day.

Marie Anne Victoire Buzot — It would appear she was put under house arrest, but was able to escape from there. According to Provincial Patriot of the French Revolution: François Buzot, 1760–1794 (2015) by Bette W. Oliver, ”[Marie] had remained in Paris after her husband fled on June 2 [1793], but she was watched by a guard who had been sent to the Hôtel de Bouillon. Soon thereafter, Madame Buzot and her ”domestics” disappeared, along with all of the personal effects in the apartment. […] Madame Buzot would join her husband in Caen, but not until July 10; and no evidence remains regarding her whereabouts between the time that she left Paris in June and her arrival in Caen. At a later date, however, she wrote that she had fled, not because she feared death, but because she could not face the ”ferocious vengeance of our persecutors” who ignored the law and refused ”to listen to our justification.” I’ve unfortunately not been able to access the source used to back this though…

Marie Françoise Hébert — arrested on March 14 1794, presumably on the orders of the Committee of General Security since I can’t find any decree regarding the affair in Recueil des actes du Comité de salut public. Imprisoned in the Conciergerie until her execution on April 13 1794, so 30 days in total. See this post.

Marie Françoise Joséphine Momoro — imprisoned in the Prison de Port-libre from March 14 to May 27 1794 (2 months and 13 days), as seen through Jean-Baptiste Laboureau’s diary, cited in Mémoires sur les prisons… (1823) page 68, 72, 109.

Lucile Desmoulins — arrested on April 4 1794 according to a joint order with the signatures of Du Barran (who had also drafted it) and Voulland from the CGS and Billaud-Varennes, C-A Prieur, Carnot, Couthon, Barère and Robespierre from the CPS on it. Imprisoned in the Sainte-Pélagie prison up until April 9, when she was transferred to the Conciergerie in time for her trial to begin. Executed on April 13 1794, after nine days spent in prison. See this post.

Théresa Cabarrus — ordered arrested and put in isolation on May 22 1794, though a CPS warrant drafted by Robespierre and signed by him, Billaud-Varennes, Barère and Collot d’Herbois. Set free on July 30 (according to Madame Tallien : notre Dame de Thermidor from the last days of the French Revolution until her death as Princess de Chimay in 1835 (1913)), after two months and eight days imprisoned.

Thérèse Bouquey (Guadet’s sister-in-law) — arrested on June 17 1794 once it was revealed she and her husband for the past months had been hiding the proscribed girondins Pétion, Buzot, Barbaroux, Guadet and Salles. She, alongside her husband and father and Guadet’s father and aunt, were condemned to death and executed in Bordeaux on July 20 1794. Source: Paris révolutionnaire: Vieilles maisons, vieux papiers (1906), volume 3, chapter 15.

Marie Guadet (Guadet’s paternal aunt) — Condemned to death and executed in Bordeaux on July 20 1794, alongside her brother and his son, the Bouqueys and Xavier Dupeyrat. Source: Charlotte Corday et les Girondins: pièces classées et annotées (1872) by Charles Vatel.

Charlotte Robespierre — Arrested and interrogated on July 31 1794 (see this post). According to the article Charlotte Robespierre et ses amis (1961), no decree ordering her release appears to exist. In her memoirs (1834), Charlotte claims she was set free after a fortnight, and while the account she gives over her arrest as a whole should probably be doubted, it seems strange she would lie to make the imprisonment shorter than it really was. We know for a fact she had been set free by November 18 1794, when we find this letter from her to her uncle.

Françoise Magdeleine Fleuriet-Lescot — put under house arrest on July 28 1794, the same day as her husband’s execution. Interrogated on July 31. By August 7 1794 she had been transferred to the Carmes prison, where she the same day wrote a letter to the president of the Convention (who she asked to in turn give it to Panis) begging for her freedom. On September 5 the letter was sent to the Committee of General Security. I have been unable to discover when she was set free. Source: Papiers inédits trouvés chez Robespierre, Saint-Just, Payan, etc. supprimés ou omis par Courtois. précédés du Rapport de ce député à la Convention Nationale, volume 3, page 295-300.

Françoise Duplay — a CGS decree dated July 27 1794 orders the arrest of her, her husband and their son, and for all three to be put in isolation. The order was carried out one day later, July 28 1794, when all three were brought to the Pélagie prison. On July 29, Françoise was found hanged in her cell. See this post.

Élisabeth Le Bas Duplay — imprisoned with her infant son from July 31 to December 8 1794, 4 months and 7 days. The orders for her arrest and release were both issued by the CGS. See this post.

Sophie Auzat Duplay — She and her husband Antoine were arrested in Bruxelles on August 1 1794. By October 30 the two had been transferred to Paris, as we on that date find a letter from Sophie written from the Conciergerie prison. She was set free by a CPS decree (that I can’t find in Recueil des actes du Comité de salut public…) on November 19 1794, after 3 months and 18 days of imprisonment. When her husband got liberated is unclear. See this post.

Victoire Duplay — Arrested in Péronne by representative on mission Florent Guiot (he reveals this in a letter to the CPS dated August 4 1794). When she got set free is unknown. See this post.

Éléonore Duplay — Her arrest warrant, ordering her to be put in the Pélagie prison, was drafted by the CGS on August 6 1794. Somewhere after this date she was moved to the Port-Libré prison, and on April 21 1795, from there to the Plessis prison. She was transfered back to the Pélagie prison on May 16 1795. Finally, on July 19 1795, after as much as 11 months and 13 days in prison, Éléonore was liberated through a decree from the CGS. See this post.

Élisabeth Le Bon — arrested in Saint-Pol on August 25 1794, ”suspected of acts of oppression” and sent to Arras together with her one year old daughter Pauline. The two were locked up in ”the house of the former Providence.” On October 26, Élisabeth gave birth to her second child, Émile, while in prison. She was released from prison on October 14 1795, four days after the execution of her husband. By then, she had been imprisoned for 1 year, 1 month and 19 days. Source: Paris révolutionnaire: Vieilles maisons, vieux papiers (1906), volume 3, chapter 1.

[the-trinket-witch]

Bottom scribble was supposed to be Poor Bo getting his head engulfed by hand

get palmed, idiot

I would offer Tidus to fill in for anon in the Bo Headpats dept, but I feel like he'd palm their head XD

hm

i think they got this

[theday]

i have 2% and i'm hungry but going to sleep bc i love sleeping . yes goodnight everybody or good morning idk time zones the world is large remember my name is eggnog

[sanhasaroha]

oKaY anon come fight me Chae has one of the purest blogs I've seen and she's the least deserving person i know of hate so leave her alone and let her stan Sanha in peace

ekenekeneke ily

[mikkeneko]

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Tagged by @bomberqueen17, but I figure some new folks have started following me recently, so I might as well!

Name: Mikke Relationship status:  Wedding this fall, after a year's delay no thanks to 2020! Favorite color:  Blue, purple Pets:  Two cats, both equal mixes of lovely and awful Favorite food:  Wouldn't really say I have one. Maybe mandarin oranges? Coke or Pepsi:  It used to be Pepsi, but I made a determined effort to move away from caffeinated sodas, so nowadays it's ginger ale or just soda water Day or night:  Day, mostly -- I'm at my most creative at night, but going on ten years of a work cycle that gets me up at 4AM has made me a morning person by force Chapstick or Lipstick:  Mostly neither, but chapstick at need. I do live in a fairly dry climate. Text or Call:  Depends on the topic. If there's a complicated subject to hash out, just call. For anything else, text is preferable. Last song I listened to:  I've had Kesha's primal scream in the last verse of 'Praying' replaying on my mind all morning, does that count? Favorite band/artist/groups:  Difficult to say, I might nominate The Decemberists, Florence and the Machine, Pendulum, and Over the Rhine as favorites that endure Any hobbies/passions: Aside from reading and writing and, off and on, video games? Not a lot. Honestly I could really use a hobby that gets me away from the computer. :\ But I've always been so very, very bad at crafts. Any recommendations for a new hobby that doesn't require a lot of fine motor control, or a lot of space, or terribly expensive material setup? Feel free to drop it in replies.

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[deceptigoons-attack]

The son of a small notary of St. Amand, a little-known town in the department of the Tarn, Soult was possessed of all the fervour of the South and the cunning and tenacity of a Gascon. Born on March 29, 1769, he early distinguished himself by his precocity and his quickness of perception. Although handicapped by a club-foot he determined to be a soldier, and at the age of sixteen he enlisted in the Royal Infantry regiment. 

His intelligence marked him out for the rank of sergeant, and in 1791 he was sent as sub-lieutenant and drill instructor to a battalion of volunteers of the Haut Rhin. In spite of his lameness and his slight frame, the young sub-lieutenant was possessed of a physique capable of withstanding the greatest fatigue and hardship, and spurred on by ambition, he never shirked a task which might add to his reputation. Consequently, he was soon chosen captain by his comrades, and once war broke out he speedily rose. At the battle of Kaiserslautern, the storm of the lines of Weissenburg and the siege of Fort Louis, he forced himself to the front by his gallantry and his rapid coup d'œil. 

But it was the battle of Fleurus which once and for all established his reputation. Soult was by then colonel and chief of the staff to General Lefèbvre. The gallant Marceau's battalions were hurled back in rout by the enemy, and their chief in agony rushed up to Lefèbvre crying out for four battalions of the reserve that he might regain the ground he had lost. "Give them to me," he exclaimed, "or I will blow out my brains." Soult quietly observed that he would thereby only the more endanger his troops. Marceau, indignant at being rebuked by a young staff officer, roughly asked, "And who are you?" "Whoever I am," replied Soult, "I am calm, which you are not: do not kill yourself, but lead your men to the charge and you shall have the four battalions as soon as we can spare them." 

Scarcely had he uttered these words than the Austrians fell with fury on Lefèbvre's division. For hours the issue hung in the balance, and at last even the stubborn Lefèbvre began to think of retreat. But Soult, calmly casting a rapid glance over the field, called out, "If I am not mistaken from what I judge of the enemy's second line, the Austrians are preparing to retreat." A few moments later came the order to advance from Jourdan, the commander-in-chief, and thanks to Soult's soundness of judgment, the divisions of Marceau and Lefèbvre were charging the enemy instead of fighting a rear-guard action to cover a rout. After the battle, the generous Marceau sought out Soult. "Colonel," said he, "forgive the past: you have this day given me a lesson I shall never forget. It is you in fact who have gained the battle." Soult had not long to wait for his reward, for in 1794 he was promoted general of brigade. 

Source.

[rhinocio]

POB Bitty would like to offer you some nice eggs in this trying time

(Don’t worry, the hens at base are laying more than enough to share and Uncle Raph is holding 90% of the weight for him, Bitty just wants to feel strong)

(This is just for funsies, no pressure to reply <3)

とてもちいさい弟 (totemo chīsai otōto) - very little little brother

[aversiteespabilas]

Hey, I absolutely adore the way u draw your rabbit boys!

specifically their hands. I know it's a little weird?? but you're good at making their hands look paw-like and cuddly but still strong and firm.

like in your recent doodle dump of all the rabbits cuddling, there's some really soft paw-like shapes going on, But there's also some sharper boxier shapes whenever something's being held. I see it in the way Yusuke holds his lovers. you're really good at communicating that, yes, Yusuke's paw-hands are super soft and gentle but he's strong and there's intent behind his touch.

anyways, I can tell you've studied these characters and how they interact with the world around them, and I think that's super cool

- 😎

Heyy sunglasses anon!! I recognize you from Rhin's asks about ROTMR, we've been gushing about your comments and I really really appreciate it, thank you for your patience with my reply 😅

It's not a weird thing to compliment at all, in fact it made me really happy to hear cause it's 100% my intent and it's one of the things I love the most about these designs myself. Designing the rabbit characters has been a whole process of trial and error and getting more confident and effective with my shape language. I've been doing my best to not only emulate the boxy, angular Rise style best as possible, but also take inspiration from the real thing! I hope you don't mind me sharing a bit of my thought process here, it's not a tutorial by any means but it's a visual rendition of the abstraction my brain is doing.

When you look at pictures of furry creatures, the softer their paws look, the more they seem to be just a single unit, a single shape with no separation between digits, and sometimes you can't even see the digits themselves, kinda like mittens! So I make a point of drawing the hands of my rabbit characters with thick fingers that seem to "fuse" together to give them that mitten-like appearance. I also try to make gentle gestures look more unified in shape, and really separate the fingers to convey harsher, more dramatic gestures.

Again thank you SO SO much for the ask, I really do appreciate you having noticed and taking the time to pick my brain about it, and I'm so glad you're enjoying the rabbits!!!! It's a deep hole we're in, welcome to the madness <3

[the-trinket-witch]

Send a 👁️ for a glimpse of their future

Hopefully something happy for your toll boi's

(ask meme here)

Tol Bois? I got a few!

(6'5) (His isn't happy, sowwy)

"YOU WRETCHED BRATSSS!"

All that hard work, all that information: stolen, destroyed, gone. Dr Sona had been found out by The Prefect alongside his coworker's child. The game was up: his residency as the school's counselor had finally been found to be a smokescreen, and everybody could see it.

"I-I-" He seethed. His throat felt tight, filled with a sour, earthy taste. Was it sick? No. "I won't let some insssepid cubs ruin EVERYTHING I worked for!"

(7ft)

“I will be willing to reward you with a position in the kitchen in exchange for year two herbology lessons," Offered Azul. "Until the end of this school year when your compulsory service at the lounge is fulfilled, and I have passed my exams. What do you say?”

Well, they were short one cook, after the union scuffle, and Tidus had been aching for that job for a while…He perused through the newly rearranged contract with a similar scrutiny to the one keeping Azul or Jade from talking to Vane, but found no fault in the current terms. He took the pen and rescrawled his name along the emptied line. No sooner did the contract roll in on itself and the pen disappeared. Azul rose from his seat and replaced his hat.

"I look forward to what we'll learn together," he declared with a hand out to shake.

Tidus utterly brimmed with excitement. His heart leapt at his new prospects. Completely ignoring the attempt at a handshake, he instead elected to scoop the much smaller man into his arms and into an all-encompassing hug.

"You got it, Boss!"

Both twins hissed with laughter at the octopus’s predicament. Floyd erupted into full-on cackling at the muffled sound of the gesture being 'highly unprofessional' and to 'Put me down and get back to work'. Tidus quickly relented, understanding long, crushing embraces being more of a Rhin Family Thing than a universal exchange.

(6'4)

Galen still couldn't help feeling apprehensive. His hand lay outstretched: bare. The hair under his sleeve stood on end as Deuce reached out take said gloveless hand into his own.

"You've taught me a lot, Donnelley," the soon-to-be second year smiled. "I wanted to shake cause, I think you deserve to have that kinda contact. I ain't scared of luck; rolling with the punches is something else you taught me. It's...gonna be kinda weird to not see you next year. Mind if we swap contacts just so we don't forget each other?"

Warmth. Unobstructed warmth, from another person...Of their own volition. It threatened to light his nerves like a stick of firecrackers. Yet, ever so cautiously, Galen's hand hesitantly curled around Deuce's and began to shake it.

"Sure. If you don't hear from me, I'm busy. Just gimme a bit to reply, m'kay? It ain't me forgetting you. And...thanks." The typically dour-looking third year suddenly let something akin to a smirk creep up his cheek. "Trey wanted me to keep it a surprise cause he overheard, but Secret between us? I heard your name a bit when Riddle got to talking about picking a new vice housewarden since Trey's takin' off."

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[allbeendonebefore]

portabellogna replied to your post: “Hypothetically, if someone were to try and revive IAMP again, but...”:

Ditto to everything you and Rhin said. IAMP is still very dear to me and I met so many wonderful people through the project (yourself and Rhin included), but it's also not something I would really recommend starting. Even if fandom was at its height and you had the people to run something like that-- Mexico's 32 states and USA's 50 are absolutely way to many to do something like this with.

There were a couple of projects to build OC designs for the USA states but I don't think I ever saw any of reasonable quality ever finish all 50, and again, that was at the height of fandom. 

I echo the agreement that you should probably stick to making fanworks with friends, and hey, if you build up a catalog and want to try voicing/animating some have fun with that but I wouldn't start with the mission of doing it.

Yes All of this, take it from Porta who is another most beloved IAMP veteran and who has an inimitable voice for Manitoba. 

I think a key point to be made here was that IAMP was successful in part because it /refused/ to be overshadowed by America, it was oriented against Matt’s characterization of “who?” and it allowed Canada to take up space. Combining it with state ocs, apart from being very difficult and impractical to manage, inherently changes the direction of what we were trying to achieve and swamps and dilutes everyone’s characterization. I’m not saying never combine these characters, I’m saying to choose a different medium to explore them in. 

Also because you mentioned catalogues it activated my museum studies brain- we’re literally having these conversations in class about what makes museum exhibits frustrating and two main things that pop up often are “overwhelming collections of stuff strewn around in no discernable sequence” and “over-reliance on tropey subjects/topics instead of themes” (prof used “Pirates!” as an exhibit that would instantly make your institution intellectually dead followed closely by “Titanic”). IAMP as a medium was a lot like museum exhibition making- it’s the most time consuming and expensive way to communicate ideas, and if there’s no ideas to communicate it’s just time consuming and expensive.

One of the failings of ProCan is that we did not take the time to construct a Big Idea (or thesis statement, if you prefer). IAMP had that, but we never made a clear decision about whether we wanted to build on that or not. And that hurt every single thing we did afterwards. 

But yeah!! create a catalogue!! i mean, I think I singlehandedly am one of the only people left who still consistently contributes a lot of artwork and ideas for these characters, so if you’re looking for an established catalogue with an artist that’s easy to get in touch with, you would have to go through me at some point anyway. XD;

[detlefkieffer]

Le Chemin et l’Orage

Détlef Kieffer

Le Chemin et l’Orage

Composition acousmatique

d’après

Le Valet Noir 

de

Marc Chaudeur

édition pierres sonores

Détlef Kieffer, Le Chemin et l’Orage

La composition de Détlef Kieffer, Le Chemin et l’Orage, constitue une impressionnante traduction musicale, très subjective et amplifiante, de mon essai, Le Valet noir, paru en 2015. Le Chemin en l’Orage est très fidèle au texte, qu’elle reprend en grande partie. Elle se saisit, et de quelle superbe façon, de l’essence terrible et cosmique de certain combat de l’Homme pour survivre et vivre dans son monde, grâce surtout à la poésie, qu’elle soit mystique ou tragique. En l’occurrence, dans cette moelleuse et épineuse Alsace…

Mais Le Valet Noir, qu’est-ce que c’est ?

Nous nous scrutons

Le Valet Noir a pour intention de retracer l’évolution de la conscience alsacienne, à une époque aigüe et cruciale où elle se constitue réellement (essentiellement dans les années 1880 à 1970). Le substrat en est spéculatif, et non pas “historique” au sens plat du mot.

Il y a de bonnes raisons de croire que cette évolution (qui est une progression) se manifeste dans l’histoire de la littérature d’Alsace. Il n’existait pas de travaux universitaires sérieux sur le sujet, au-delà de miettes superficielles et idéologiquement pavloviennes. Depuis 1972 environ, j’ai donc sillonné les bouquineries, les ventes aux enchères somptueuses et les brocantes miteuses pour y repérer, par accumulation et recoupements, les ouvrages susceptibles de présenter quelque intérêt pour ce qui concerne le regard que les Alsaciens portent sur eux-mêmes.

Une traversée transgenres

Ces ouvrages sont essentiellement littéraires : dans la poésie (au sens large, englobant tous les genres poétiques) et dans la narration romanesque, l’ “âme” (la psyché) alsacienne se montre admirablement dans ses pleins lumineux et ses déliés, mais surtout, dans ses replis ombreux. Et je me suis aperçu que ces replis se donnaient de manière presque brutale dans les œuvres qui exposent ce qu’on peut appeler la tristesse. La tristesse dans toutes ses occurrences.

Le Valet noir expose ainsi un développement incarné dans une production littéraire précise. L’ouvrage n’est pas la constatation d’un achèvement, de la fin de ce mouvement : il est bien davantage la description de ce mouvement jusqu’à notre époque, un déroulement qui part de l’intérieur de la coquille du colimaçon pour s’élargir vers ce qui nous est proche dans le temps. Rien n’y est en repos.

Du nuage à l’éclair

L’ ”âme” alsacienne évolue ainsi de la nostalgie au tragique en passant par la mélancolie, la nostalgie, le double bind et la psychose, et enfin, la tragédie. Mouvement d’intensité ascensionnelle, de cette tristesse brumeuse et grisâtre qu’est la mélancolie (une certaine mélancolie) à cet éclair, cette fulguration où l’être humain se révèle dans sa nudité : le tragique.

Cette progression traverse les genres littéraires : roman, poésie lyrique, élégie, drame, genre tragique. La tragédie révèle mieux que tout autre genre le point très élevé où peut accéder le regard sur soi. Schelling en parle, d’ailleurs, et Hegel, et Schiller… Et Franz Büchler, ce dramaturge alsacien que j’évoque dans l’essai.

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« Une goutte d’ellébore dans le Traminer » ?

L’image de l’Alsace est trop souvent marquée par une joyeuseté un peu forcée, par des simplesses parfois mièvres, considérées d’ailleurs avec condescendance outre-Vosges et outre-Rhin. 

Gaston Jung dans son poème « Stegguff » écrivait déjà dans les années 70, comme un avertissement : « Il ne suffit pas, ni de « frondaisons savoureuses de l'automne dans le Ried », ni de « rosaroodi weligele ewerem winbärri » (des petits nuages roses par-dessus le vignoble) pour émouvoir nos enfants ».

L’Alsace « autrement » ?

Quelques décennies plus tard, dans Le Valet Noir, Marc Chaudeur, avec une écriture virevoltante souvent caustique, nous invite à parcourir un chemin étrange, avec pour guide le Finkenritter, le Chevalier-aux-Pinsons, le héros légendaire et improbable d'un conte alsacien du XIVe siècle, un récit baroque et surréaliste !

L’érudition de Chaudeur nous fait (re-)découvrir les œuvres de Henri Adrian (1885-1969), Henri Solveen (1891-1956), Ernest Leonhart (1899-1929), Georg Schaffner (1897-1954), Claus Reinbolt (1901-1963), Franz Büchler (1904/1990), et d’autres, hélas devenus des inconnus pour la plupart des Alsaciens…

Son exploration des replis de l'âme, de la tristesse brumeuse et grisâtre de la mélancolie, de la tragédie alsaciennes, cette fulguration où l’être humain se révèle dans sa nudité, le lyrisme des poèmes de Ernest Leonart et de Henri Adrian, l’intensité dramatique de Georg Schaffner et de Claus Reinbolt m’ont plongé, dès la première lecture du Valet Noir, dans un monde sonore inouï. Pendant une année, je suis parti à la découverte de ces sons, enfouis en moi, comme un  déroulement qui part de l’intérieur de la coquille du colimaçon pour s’élargir vers ce qui nous est proche…

Et j’ai déposé des herbes elléborines dans mon Traminer !

Détlef Kieffer

Le Chemin et l’Orage

Composition acousmatique de Détlef Kieffer

d’après le Valet Noir de Marc Chaudeur

1.     Introduction / Brumes sombres de la mélancolie, douleur sourde de la nostalgie

2.     Souffrir le deuil et faire le sien

3.     Devoir choisir rend fou

4.     Le choix tragique : choisir est un ordre, choisir est perte. Georg Schaffner, Faeton

5.     On ferme la porte en attendant : Claus Reinbolt, Nordliecht

6.     Epilogue : Et l’histoire continue, avec les mêmes ingrédients

Textes dits en français, en allemand et en alsacien

par Birgit Mayer et Détlef Kieffer

Assistant de réalisation : Max Grundrich

Visuel : Erik Viaddeff

Support :  CD

Durée : 58’08

Marc Chaudeur

Je suis né à Strasbourg, à une époque à la fois très proche et très éloignée de la présente : mes grands-parents sont encore nés au 19ème siècle, ont vu passer des zeppelins et des crinolines et parlaient un idiome en voie de disparition.

Je suis philosophe de formation. J’ai enseigné la Philosophie pendant une vingtaine d’années et préparé une thèse sur Maître Kierkegaard, l’attraction la plus intéressante des rues de Copenhague dans les années 1840. J’ai publié de nombreux articles, portant sur des sujets philosophiques et sur l’Alsace – dont j’ai essayé de faire un objet philosophique, mais cela demanderait de plus amples explications. Un jour, quand vous aurez le temps…

Je suis l’auteur de trois ouvrages : Quand Elly parle (un roman, en 2005) ; Le Valet Noir, un essai littéraire qui a obtenu le Prix de l’Académie Rhénane en 2016 et mes Instants d’un Gai Savoir alsacien, en 2016, journal littéraire et culturel. Ces trois livres tentent de composer le tableau d’une Alsace revisitée comme on explorerait la coquille d’un escargot assoupi.

Depuis 2018, je travaille sur et dans un média online, Eurojournalist(e).  La même année, j’ai commencé à collaborer avec Détlef Kieffer pour sa composition, Le Chemin et l’Orage, une interprétation très dense et très élaborée de mon Valet Noir.

Détlef Kieffer

est né en Silésie, en 1944. Il décide de se consacrer à la musique à l’âge de 16 ans après avoir entendu le Marteau sans maître de Pierre Boulez.

A 20 ans, il fait partie des Percussions de Strasbourg et participe aux grandes tournées internationales, ainsi qu’aux enregistrements discographiques. En 1973, Alain Lombard fait appel à lui pour intégrer l’Orchestre Philharmonique de Strasbourg. Il fait également une carrière au cymbalum et se produit entre autres à la Scala de Milan, avec l’Ensemble InterContemporain, avec l’Orchestre National de France, …

La direction d’orchestre devient rapidement une activité très importante dans sa carrière. Il dirige, comme chef invité, plusieurs formations symphoniques et de chambre en Europe. En 1984, il est nommé directeur musical de l’Orchestre de Chambre d’Auvergne. Son interprétation discographique de Pierrot Lunaire de Schoenberg a été saluée unanimement tant en France qu’à l’étranger. Pendant de nombreuses années, à la tête de son ensemble instrumental Studio 111 de Strasbourg, il anime la vie musicale en Alsace, donnant de nombreuses créations ainsi que des premières auditions de grands classiques du 20ième siècle. Cette activité le conduit à participer à la création du Festival Musica.

Professeur au Conservatoire National de Région de Strasbourg, il y enseigne pendant plus de 25 ans la musique de chambre, le cymbalum, puis la direction d’orchestre. Il a créé l’Orchestre d’Harmonie du Conservatoire. Il a également enseigné la composition au Centre de Formation de Musiciens Intervenants de l’Université de Strasbourg. Il arrête ses activités pédagogiques en 2005 pour se consacrer entièrement à la composition et à l’écriture.

La composition est sa passion dès l’adolescence, et c’est déjà à l’âge de 25 ans qu’il obtient sa première commande d’Etat. Son catalogue comprend plus d’une centaine d’œuvres : des oratorios, une messe, 3 opéras, 6 symphonies, de la musique de chambre, de la musique acousmatique.

Poète et essayiste, il est l’auteur de nombreux écrits, en particulier d’un livre : L’ange sombre, poèmes (Edition européenne de l’Avant-Mur, Paris).

Il s’intéresse à la forme musicale du mélodrame qu’il pratique également comme récitant.

Lauréat de la Fondation Goethe, Détlef Kieffer a été promu, par le Ministère de la Culture, Chevalier dans l’Ordre des Arts et Lettres « pour son activité de musicien, de professeur et de poète ».

Détlef Kieffer sur Internet

Facebook Détlef Kieffer compositeur, essayiste et poète.

Détlef Kieffer, compositeur.

LinkedIn  

Mediapart : Frantisek Zvardon meets Détlef Kieffer (14/01/19)

Eurojournalist : « Détlef Kieffer : interview d’un compositeur original et fécond »

par Marc Chaudeur (02/01/19)

Soundcloud :  

« Sept jours pour les ailes d’argent », poème et musique (extrait du livre « l’Ange Sombre »)

Détlef Kieffer, récitant

« Les Psittaques » Poème et musique, (extrait du livre « l’Ange Sombre »)

Détlef Kieffer, récitant

« Première leçon de Ténèbres, lamentations du prophète Jérémie »

Marie-Claude Vallin soprano / Détlef Kieffer cymbalum et direction,

ensemble instrumental Studio 111 de Strasbourg,

enregistrement de la création  Sélest’Art 1986

« Ouadi » Tania Bernhard soprano/Yann Bernhard trompette

Enregistrement de la création, Festival de Strasbourg, (2002)

« Ornamenti » Cyril Dupuy cymbalum /Ba Banga Balafon

Enregistrement de la création, Festival Juventus à Cambrai (2002)

« UrRequiem » Elévation / Sortie des fidèles

Youtube :

« Messe pour la Paix et la réconciliation » Elévation/Sortie des fidèles

« Kulingtang’s dream », film de Thomas Grundrich

« L’Horloge de Sapience » création 2010 Eglise Saint Thomas (extraits)

«Die Trümmer, Margarete - Hommage à Anselm Kiefer » - Mouvement 3 : La mémoire du plomb 2 

Blogspot :

« Stèles » sur les poèmes de Victor Segalen

Stelesmusique.blogspot.com

Blogger :

« Le Jardin des supplices », opéra virtuel d’après Octave Mirbeau

Daily Motion :

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/xetwdn

Cahier Octave Mirbeau N° 7 : Un opéra numérique et virtuel d’après le « Jardin des supplices » par Kinda Mubaïdeen, Erik Viaddeff et Détlef Kieffer

[arrenkae]

halfdeadhalfdrunk replied to your post “The companions in TToN are kind of underwhelming tbh Like they are...”

PS:T gave you a fire elemental, floating skull, chaste succubus, demon-blooded thief, haunted armor, rogue modron, and whatever Dak'kon was BUT NONE OF THAT MATTERS because I got Rhin home safe.

So much this

[letmeartandauinpeace]

Chapter Two

It’s been two weeks since the demon incident, Nelli brought Dan’s sword everywhere she went. The store, work, some random person’s house once, and to meetups. When she was with Rhin and or Dan she insisted to play games, then she would swing the sword at them when they said no. Or do it anyway just because. Rhin would constantly hide in a tree while Dan ran, Nelli with a sword is dangerous and deadly. She doesn't know how to use the thing.

But today was different Dan and Rhin had a plan. Dan knew most blacksmiths in town helping them get good deals on armor and swords. Rhin also had spells and potions galore and could take a sword from a knight without a sound. Dan was the one who started thinking about the plan, but Rhin was the one to finalize it. Dan was to distract Nelli while Rhin would knock her out with a sleep potion. The problem was Nelli has a death grip on anything she holds when she sleeps. But by using Dan’s strength and Rhin’s knowledge of switch similar objects, they could easily take the sword.

Dan huffed as he got out of bed, looking out the window the town was covered in a thick mist. Walking to his closest he tripped over a small object. Reacting quickly he went into a roll. Once he got up and turned to see a small ice colored dragon, it's body was as covered in thick, heavy, and reflective scales. It must of flew in from the neighbor a few miles north of here, Dan shook his head as he went to grab clothes. Dan exited his room while the dragon opened its eyes, they were a deep violet. Getting up it stretched only to be scooped up by Dan. The dragon stared up at Dan’s mask as if it was put in a trance.

The dragon was on the heavy side but was like a feather to Dan. Today he wore some armor, it was light but useful for today. Dan looked at the small dragon in his arms, it seemed happy for the time being. Placing the dragon on his shoulder he headed out. Although as soon as he walked outside the mist seemed to choke him and to blind him. The dragon, on the other hand, loved it, happily biting at the mist. With a small grown Dan continued on until he was at the park when he always met up with Rhin and Nelli.

Dan took a seat under the oak tree waiting for Rhin to show up. The dragon took to Dan’s lap faster than a Nelli running to food. Before Dan knew it he was petting the small scaly creature. It seemed to purr but sounded like a low happy growl. But when another hand touched its scales it scaled Dan’s chest and retreated to Dan’s shoulders. Looking up he saw Rhin, their mask hiding their reaction.

“Who is your little friend Dan?” Rhin asked sitting down.

“I have no idea, I suspect they came from my neighbor a few miles north,” Dan answered with a light shrug, “I was planning to take them home after we declaw Nelli.”

“Wait your neighbor is a dragon breeder right? I wonder if they will let us see the other dragons!” Rhin said full of excitement.

That's when Nelli’s voice cut through the fog, “Where are you guys?!”

“The plan is a go,” Rhin whispered as they took off somewhere.

“I’m over here. Have you seen Rhin yet?” Dan called out getting to his feet.

“No, it's too misty. I can't see anything,” Nelli said as she walked right into Dan’s right side, the dragon chirped in surprise.

“Oops, I didn’t see you there an- IS THAT A DRAGON!! I’ve always wanted to see one,” Nelli continued to gush as a bottle was smashed at their feet.

Dan pressed his mask to his face, Nelli plopped to the floor asleep. The dragon seemed to fall asleep too, but with its tail wrapped around Dan’s neck. But without thought Dan crouched down to Nelli. Her hands were firmly clenched around the hilt of the sword. That's when a face mask slipped under Dan’s mask on over his nose.

“Okay step two is a go,” Rhin said next to Dan.

Dan went for Nelli’s hands, with some forceful pull her hands were torn free from the sword. Then Rhin swapped it with a stick, standing up Dan looked over a Rhin. They were rummaging through their bag and took out a small potion bottle. With a pull, the cork was pulled and mist of its own spilled over Nelli and the dragon. Nelli groaned but didn't move.

Taking the sword back, Dan put the sword back into the scabbard. The dragon was awake and staring at Nelli. Dan picked up Nelli, the dragon made haste to her lap and began to purr again. Dan then began the long trek to his neighbor. Rhin followed behind, and as they continued the mist started to thin out. The path Dan was taking was filled with wildflowers and large trees were the fence around the path. As they got closer to Dan’s neighbor they started to hear wing beats, small chirping, and rustling in the trees and flowers.

Nelli had woken up and happily petted the dragon as it purred back with delight. That's when they saw the manor. It was large and well kept, dragons were sun basking on the roof, some were running or flying around, and large dragons seemed to look over them. That's when a tremendous roar settled over the land. Someone ran in front of the gate as a burst of flame engulfed them. Rhin ran for the person only to stop dead in their tracks when they saw the person was fine.

“Seriously!!! Go back and eat your food!!” the man yelled, he was covered in soot, “Out of my way brat!”

The man pushed Rhin to the floor, Dan let go of Nelli. She landed on her feet holding the dragon close.

“What the hell!” Dan growled unsheathing my sword and pointed it at him, “You had no right to push Rhin over, and you have no right to be here in the first place. So give back the eggs or I’ll make you by force.”

The man gulped, “Yah, sure. Over my dead body.”

These men were common, they try to steal dragon eggs to sell them for a high price in the black market.

“That can easily be arranged,” a female voice said as a small dagger was pushed against his throat. That's when a red panda climbed up the guy to his coat pocket, “Reath can you collect them please?”

That's when a dragon made their way to the man, then the panda pulled out a small egg gently putting it in the dragon’s mouth. It continued like that.

“Don’t worry about the eggs, Reath is a herbivore so he won’t crush the eggs,” the female said, the panda stopped and climbed its way back to the female. The dagger was removed from his throat when Reath walked away. Dan lowered his sword and let the man run off.

“You can call me Tea by the way, and thank you for the assistance. And I see you brought back the wanderer,” the female said, she wore a dragon skull and her clothes were made from dragons, “And no I didn't kill any dragons to make these. Their from ones who have passed away of old age or pass shedding seasons.”

“Cool! So does this dragon have a name yet? Can I pet Reath? Can I pet your other dragons?” Nelli blurted, Tea giggled a bit.

“She doesn't have a name. Maybe, Reath doesn't like new people. And some, only some like pets,” Tea replied as the dragon left Nelli’s arms and perched on Dan’s shoulder, “Aaww, she likes you. Having an armor dragon pick a person is rare. Hey since you helped me you can stay with me until the storm passes.”

As soon as she said storm a flock of dragons from behind Dan, Rhin, and Nelli flew by in a rush. The armor dragon seemed to stiffen on Dan’s shoulder.

“How do you know a storm is coming?” Rhin asked as they looked up at the clear blue sky.

“Ella, she is very acutely aware of changes in pressure, wind, and smell. And she usually loves storms but this one scares her. And she has never falsely accused a storm was coming,” Tea said, Dan, looked over at Rhin and Nelli.

“Then I’ll need to go back and grab stuff from my place, Rhin said with a worrying glance, “I think we all do."

“Well, we do have about three or so hours. I could let you fly on Gewnavii to grab your stuff while I prepare for the storm?” Tea said Nelli nodded happily.

“And if we get back fast enough we can help you finish up!” Nelli smiled, Rhin and Dan nodded in agreement.

“That will be nice, I’ll call her over then,” Tea seemed to smile as she cupped her hands around her mouth. Then a below came from her, it was load and reminded Dan that she, in fact, was a dragon breeder.

A loud roar filled the air and a large cream colored dragon galloped to and over the fence only to stop behind Tea.

“She’s amazing!” the words spilled out of Dan’s mouth. The dragon had four eyes, large tusks, and horns like a Markhor. Scares littered her body, her wings were massive, and her back was covered in rough spiraled spikes.

“I know right, and be back soon, dragons get rowdy when storms come,” Tea said turning away and walking past the large dragon.

“Nelli? Are you still holding that stick,” Rhin giggled, Dan turned to see Nelli look puzzlingly at the stick in her left hand.

“I am but? Where did it come from?” Nelli waved the stick around, Dan noticed Gewnavii watch the stick with full interest.

“Throw it, Nelli, down the path,” Dan smiled, he could help but giggle at the thought of a dragon playing fetch.

“Okay?” as the stick Nelli’s hand the large dragon acted like a small puppy. The dragon jumped over the three of them catching the stick.

Happily, she laid down and played with the stick and soon Tea came back with three saddles, reins, and a large bag. She put down the saddles, then they saw the harness she slung over a shoulder. They watched as Tea climbed all over Gewnavii, she quickly got the harness onto the dragon and the reins. And with a few minutes, Tea had hooked up the saddles to the harness.

“Hey, the guy with the half mask, can you hand me the bag? It's for your stuff,” Tea asked, Dan, shrugged and took the bag and had a bit of trouble getting to her.

“Here,” he said as he finally got to the saddles.

“Thanks, and you can sit there and hold this. Riding a dragon is just like riding a horse” she laughed, “But hold on tight, she likes going fast. And you two can head up too.”

“Okay, and how do I stop her?” Dan asked Tea was helping up Nelli.

“Tug hard on the reins, she will find a spot to land for you,” she smiled, then gently took the armor dragon off my shoulder, “I put her in one of the guest rooms for you also, feed, and wash her too.”

“Thank you!” Nelli smiled hugging her, Tea smiled and nodded back and quickly slid to the floor.

She walked up to Gewnavii’s face and patted it and with a snap of her fingers the dragon took off. Gewnavii’s wings stretched a flapped to try to catch the air. Then she lifted higher into the sky, the view was stunning. As we grew closer to town her wings scared the mist sending it back where it came from. Dan then tugged hard on the reins after seeing Nelli’s place, and within seconds Gewnavii dived towards the ground, then nothing she calmly waited to go again.

“I’ll stay here with Gewnavii while you two grab your stuff since you guys live close to each other,” Dan said as he patted Gewnavii, “Then we can go to my place.”

“Okay see you in a few!” Rhin said pulling Nelli with them; Gewnavii and Dan watched them run off.

Then the massive dragon sneezed, sending Dan forward. Dan slammed his eyes shut waiting for the pain of spikes to the face. But nothing came, with curiosity he opens his eyes to see himself getting lowered onto the ground. Gewnavii then pulled him into her arms then started grooming Dan’s hair with small licks. Some time passed and Dan had drifted to sleep, and Nelli and Rhin were packing their stuff into the large saddle bag.

Dan was jostled awake when the dragon placed him back on the saddle. She got up and stretched, Dan then pulled to reins for her to turn. The dragon then ran down the street and in no time was stopped in front of Dan’s place.

“Thanks, girl, quickly making his way into his house he grabbed clothes, weapons, a few blankets, and leftovers he could give to Gewnavii.

Making his way back outside he tossed the food for Gewnavii, who happily ate it, then locked his door. Climbing up the dragon’s scales he placed his stuff into the bag. When he sat back onto his saddle Gewnavii took off gaining speed and then she was in the air heading back towards Tea and her land.

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