#and the HEAD SHAPE DIFFERENCES
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playing around w slightly different hair renders
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jjk art#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#itafushi#fushiita#yuuji#megumi#cries megumi fought tooth n nail..... i refused 2 flip the canvas tho >:(#i vastly prefer drawing him facing right bc fr some reason it makes his hair look better silhouette-wise#so having him face left is alr a Challenge#but also having him slightly look down (difficult angle + changes the silhouette) had me bashing my head in2 th TABLE#same thing happened earlier this month w gardening megu middle pose . i did not learn my lesson#but even worse w this one yuuji's head is blocking th main pointy part tht basically carries the entirety of the shape language#u can imagine my distress i am sure#anyway th render made me a lot happier with it thank god. colours hard carry bless <3333#i didn't plan on making it a full sheet but i needed 2 remind myself that im good at drawing megumi#so i threw in solos of each of them n tried slightly different render flavours#idk how Different all of them look visually but th process fr each ws Very different so i am satisfied#fight aside this ws useful i think! got 2 break out some Clunkier chalks n dust off a few of my smoother blended brushes#think i picked up some things i can keep also !! which ws. u kno. the Goal#tbh every time i do art studies i feel like i am kirby#one time i got called an art ditto by one of my fav artist mutuals when i did a style challenge#SUCH high praise from her it lives in my mind i take it out on days when i feel like trash#it doesnt Sound good when u say u r good at copying but real talk it is such a good skill i am very happy 2 have it in my arsenal
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DELTARUNE REDRAWS FROM THE NEW NEWSLETTER!!!!!!
(HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY UNDERTALE <3)
#my art#deltarune#deltarune ch 2#deltarune fanart#noelle holiday#berdly#deltarune berdly#deltarune queen#you guys have no idea how happy I was to see the berdly concept art 😭😭😭#I love my stupid son#also I loved queen's different head shapes!!!#rip to her hoop earrings </3
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[ID START: Illustration of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun: Maximum. Wolfwood is holding Vash’s head to his chest, his right hand resting gently over his ears and his left hand againtst Vash’s nape. Wolfwood looks at him melancholically as he soothes him. Vash’s eyes are shut, small tears at the corner of his eyes, asleep, and his right hand is holding onto Wolfwood’s arm. Feathered and plant wings are growing out of him, enveloping the both of them like a cocoon, leaving enough space for their heads and arms. The feathered plant wings takes up most of the canvas, colored in dark and muted blues. END]
#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun#trigun maximum#it is crazy that like. we've seen wolfwood be so God damn afraid and fearful in the most humane way possible towards vash and his#otherworldliness... but he more or less is like ok this guys a freak but whatever. needle noggin is needle nogging after the#remembrance of july arc. also the fact he can hold a gun to the back of vash's head and not tremor in fear#vs how he held a gun to knives and already felt like he was dead.#i can't word it properly but just the manner in how wolfwood gets used to the parts of vash that used to make him view him as someone#completely different and shaping that into someone he now understands on a deep level.#he loves him so much#ruporas art
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by public demand, i present to you:
kisses!
#undertale#alphys#undyne#alphyne#ms paint again#every time i draw alphys she looks different jsjs#i'm not sure how to draw kisses especially with their head shapes but enjoy this until i figure it out OTL
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u kinda have same face syndrome but like that one face is really hot and nicely drawn so it's not even susceptible to criticism
yeha I have like. 4 different types of faces I reuse and it’s coming back to bite me in the ass 😔🙏 at least they’re all hot tho
#ask#bc I draw mouths and eyes so simplified the only defining features are nose and head shape#and I never stay consistent with it#like if you put ford prefect next to oscar oh my the differences are striking#but put say Eiffel and Arthur Dent next to each other and that’s just the same man
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Kingdom Hearts 0.2 Birth by Sleep - A Fragmentary Passage - The World Within
#kingdom hearts 0.2 birth by sleep a fragmentary passage#kh0.2#the world within#dwarf woodlands#realm of darkness#scenery#my gif#this world is interesting because it's so different from the rest#the sky looks like some sort of dome with triangular screens that project a broken glitchy sky#almost as if it takes place in some kind of data simulation#which i don't think is the case but it adds to the feeling of aqua's experiences here not feeling ''real''#i mean this place hardly even resembles what the original world is supposed to look like#like it changed to match aqua's psyche. forcing her to look at her own reflection and confront her own fears; doubts; guilt; and sadness#actually now that i think about it this feels extremely fitting for this world#it's like when snow white was running through the forest and was so afraid that it made the trees around her look alive and dangerous#except aqua has to wander this broken world and face her dark thoughts that take shape by looking exactly like her#she's constantly running in and out of mirrors into rooms that make no logical sense like the endless staircase and the pillar maze#there are ghostly echoes spoken in her own voice that mock her by saying no one can save her and no one wants to. it's chilling#i can't even say for sure if the phantom aquas are actually physically there or if it's all in her head#similar to how she'd see visions of terra and ven#she's such a tragic character
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Love Languages
Summary: Love is a weird soup. Word count: 851 Warnings: None. It's fluff. :) *This also has absolutely nothing to do with the 'Lauren' arch. thanks to @mrs-prentiss for sending the gif that inspired this :)
You love spoiling your girlfriend.
At work, she’s a total badass, analyzing psychopaths, chasing killers, and putting the bad guys behind bars. You’ve been in the office at Quantico and Emily is a completely different person there. She’s still funny, cracking a light joke here and there, bonding with her team, but there is an air of seriousness that clouds the demeanor you see at home.
At home, Emily is soft. She wears comfortable fabrics that hang almost loosely off of her, her face is usually free of makeup, and the stoic lines on her face ease. She is more carefree, laughing at her own jokes as well as yours.
She is also more touchy. Her hands find your body any chance they get. A hand at the small of your back when you’re both in the kitchen cooking dinner and she needs a way around you, a hand rubbing your foot as you both lay on the couch watching tv, playing with your hair any time you cuddle.
Emily loves you fearlessly, endlessly, but quietly.
You love her loudly. Constant gestures, words of affirmation, quality time. You are the embodiment of every love language, a way to combat the neglect and angst of Emily’s previous relationships, both platonically and romantically.
You know a little of her past, her sharing bits and pieces as your relationship has progressed. You understand that those relationships, along with her job, have cracked and damaged parts of Emily that she shields from most of the world. So, you do everything you can to show her how much you love her.
Thankful for the ‘sharing location’ feature on your phones, you can watch her as she approaches your house, giving you ample time to get things together. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen her, a case dragging her to the other side of the country. She gets home late into the evening, exhaustion rolling off of her.
You meet her at the door, kissing her gently, before shooing her upstairs to shower the case off of her.
Sometime later, she comes down in a cream colored sweater, her hair a little wavy. Emily can immediately tell you went to some lengths to make things relaxing for her. There’s a smell of some sort of red sauce pasta cooking, candles lit in the dining room.
She comes over to you, wrapping her arms loosely around you as you stir the pasta on the stove. You feel her inhale deeply against your neck, breathing in not only the scent of your perfume, but also the smell of the food cooking before you. She pulls away, moving to grab glasses for wine, choosing a red she knows will go well with your pasta.
She moves over to the table, settling in the seat and watching you. You move with ease, a comfortability that she’s never had in the kitchen. With her chin in her hand resting on the table, her mind wanders to all of the ways that you love her. Sometimes it overwhelms her, makes her feel as if she’s not enough, because she knows that she doesn’t express love in the same way, her past experiences making her more timid with her affection.
You remind her constantly that love can be shown in so many different ways; you don’t require grand gestures or expensive gifts or countless exclamations of love. You appreciate the quiet, subtle expressions of devotion: a good morning text, when she brings a little treat from the gas station on her way home, when she makes time to leave work on time to spend more time with you.
Knowing her is loving her.
Emily snaps back to reality as plates are put on the table, you smiling gently at her as you settle into the seat beside her. You rub her knee a few times before picking up your cutlery and digging into the meal.
There are no words shared between you, a serene silence filling the space, each lost in your own thoughts.
As the meal is finished, you clear the dishes away, shuffling back and forth to the kitchen.
Tenderly, you walk over and grab her hand, dragging her up, making your way towards the living room with the intention of going upstairs to get some sleep…or do something else, awaiting to see what vibe meets you upstairs.
Emily draws up short, her hand falling from yours. She waits until you turn around, confused.
“I love you.”
She’s said the words to you many times, but each feels like the first. You feel yourself blush, warming at the affection and attention her eyes are trying to portray.
“I love you, Emily Elizabeth Prentiss.” You reach your hand back out. “Now come to bed with me,” you say, a devious look in your eyes, hinting at what more you expect to occur once you make your way upstairs.
Emily’s face heats, her smile extending wide before she pulls her lip between her teeth. She looks back up at you, sheepish and coy, her hands on her hips.
“I’d follow you anywhere.”
#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss fanfic#virescent v fanfic#emily prentiss fanfiction#emily prentiss x you#love is a weird soup!!!!!#meaning its a culmination of *so* many ingredients#and its different for everyone#(we all have different taste buds)#(and we all have different experiences)#(both shaping how differently we experience the soup itself#anyways this was written at 0434 and thats why love is soup#it makes sense in my head yall just roll with it
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do not be afraid
#qsmp#fitmc#qsmp madagio#madagio#i have about a thousand completely different design ideas for madagio but I tried the most simple “weird slenderman lookin ass” one first#the star shaped head is a reference to the nocom exploit heat map#qsmp fanart#one day I'll have a stylus so i don't have to use my finger to draw things like this#54625art
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THESE GUYS ARE SO STINKIN' CUTE HOLY SHIT
The siblings ❤️ from @redux-iterum
Ashpaw and Aspenpaw are definitely twins. I also tried to make Cloudpaw fluffy but a more dense fluff rather than the long thunderclan fur
#THIS IS SUCH GOOD ART THANK YOU#i absolutely adore that cloudkits so little compared to them#and the HEAD SHAPE DIFFERENCES#its PERFECT#AAAAAAA#reblog#art#fanart#chicka-dee-dee#aspenpaw#aspenkit#ashpaw#ashkit#cloudkit#cloudpaw#i speak
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oueghhhgh story with the eyebrows of all time
#golden kamuy#fanart#and these aren't even all the eyebrowest chars......#using anime model sheets as reference but shaking my head the entire time so everyone knows i prefer the manga artstyle#first pic is that vine of the guy yelling with a cat on his head LKJGWRLI (i stacked them sorry)#what should have happened while tsurumi sofia and asirpa were in the church to be quite honest#sofia infinite wheelbarrow glitch <- sentence that appeared in my mind earlier for some reason#oh also congratulations to usami for being one of the only characters with a different hairline shape
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MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 2 - Psyche Skills
Part 1 - Part 3
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#disco elysium#MDZS disco elysium au#jiang cheng#jiang yanli#yu ziyuan#While it's more in vogue to draw a character's skill roster tailored to them -#One of the more subtle details I love in DE is how some of the skill portraits parallel character portraits of people hbd associates with.#Theres somethine rather poetic to be said about how other people shape out thoughts and sometimes act as a 'voice' in our head.#How we are in part a collection of impressions other people left behind on us.#I am a huge Skillhead (Those are my friends! My party members! They love me! They have their own agendas and alliances!)#so of course a healthy portion of this AU is dedicated to them <3#the Int skills go basically unchanged from DE. Psy as well (with changes to a few quirks in voice).#Fys skills though...well...wwx is in a different body! Those voices belong to Someone Else.#Esp electrochem (MXY in this AU also partied to near death. WWX is withdrawing and craving substances he's never even heard of before)#While I personally don't fully subscribe to Volition Jean I *do* see Volition Jiang Cheng. The voice of your Not Brother keeping you afloat#All three of these parallels make me unbelievably sad. They are also both purple. Art is like that sometimes.#Empathy Jiang Yanli...oh man do I have a lot of thoughts about her. Disco fans Who Know....you can probably see what I'm cooking.#Authority is a really interesting skill in DE because *yes* its about power and intimidation - but it's also about finesse and respect#Titus Hardie and YZY both abuse *and* finesse how they establish their authority - in a way that leaves quite an impression.#2 more mdzs disco posts that I *need* to create and then I'm off to working on raffles <3
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do you have any tips to avoid same face syndrome?
I don't feel like I'm the right right person to answer this... But I'd say just try to focus on making different eye shapes and noses? In my opinion I think the eye is the most important part of the character design so... Go crazy with the eyes lol
#ask#my art#different type of head shapes also helps a lot but i don't do that much lol#sorry if this didn't help much i'm not good at giving advices
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I’m sure you get this all the time but I really really love how you draw anthro dogs, especially the faces. You take all the soft parts and shapes that I love about a dog’s features and translate them beautifully, the features that I never really see in much anthro art! It’s adorable, it’s beautiful, it’s expressive, it’s powerful. I just can’t get enough. Awesome stuff you do
Aaa thank you so much! ;-;
#I don't really know what I could be doing differently#but I'm delighted you find their features appealing!#answered#anonymous#if you ask me I think canine heads have such Good Shapes#I'm just trying to do them justice
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OMG FINALLY!! *muach muach* oh my actually I'm a bit nervous and excited now lolol. Uhm—well since your request is open can I have Pyra head and Michael Myers (separately) chasing survivor!reader in trial but they just ignore the other survivors, solely chasing reader till the end of game. Something dark and lustful lingers around those two killers and you just don't know why! By the end of the game, the other survivors manage to escape to the campfire safely, however reader got stuck alone with the killer. When they finally catch you, oh shall you know all your hopes may shatter to pieces. You think this is the end, in the hands of ruthless killer chosen by Entity. But why their face (in pyra head's case it's his helmet) getting closer to your face and what make it's more confusing something comes out of that mask (i.e. a long tendril similar to tongue). Breath kink but instead of hand choking or strangulation, you choked on their tongue 👅
Feel free to ignore this if you still don't open req for dbd fandom
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You are feeding me ambrosia with this sunnie!!! I have a weak spot for both of them, but-but- the Unknown??? Any thoughts????
Cw: DARKFIC?(it’s dbd, what do you expect??), DUB-CON/NON-CON, predator/prey, implied death, obsessive behaviour, choking?, super long tongue??, size kink/difference, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.5k
You were… unlucky. The Entity seemed to rejoiced in your pain more than any other survivor, feeding on your dashed hope for an escape from the perpetual cycle death and sacrifice, the painful sting on being slashed, the horrifying fate of being killed by the killer’s weapon of choice or the terrifying agony of being hooked. It was a painful affair, being the subject of her perverse protection, locked away in her universe to feed and be fed, blood for blood —quid pro quo.
But at times, your moments in her dark world was warm and charming like the people who gathered at the campfire, sharing their skills and abilities to keep the others alive throughout the…trials. The small moments stolen within the fog to keep yourself up and going, and happy, little smiles and bubbly laughs. It made trials easier, to know that the people who were screaming and working had your back in and out of them, to know what they would do made working in teams better and reassuring.
And yet- and yet it was all for nought, the killer had eyes for you only, stalking and following you with his arm raised despite the others coming between you two to stop him from maiming you. Unfortunately, The Shape - Micheal Myers - in all his ghostly glory and dirty suit, was a creature of obsession, of predatory possession that gave him a one track mind, tunnelling the person who he chose as his obsession; and you happened to be his choice of madness these last round, even when Laurie was with you.
There were some pros and cons with his constant stalking, the quiet steps echoing not so far behind you while they worked on the generators, unbothered and safe fro Myers, but you were stuck kitting him, running away from him by jumping over windows and dropping palettes wherever you could stun him to give you just a few more seconds of distance. He grew so, so close on multiple occasions, you felt his breath and his dark and imposing figure behind you, but he never once struck you down with his big knife.
It wasn’t so bad as long as he didn’t hit you, letting you run around and avoid the other three until they finished all five generators and opened the gates, the bell ringing loudly over your head, and even then, he ignored everyone for you. He, somehow, managed to corner you, to far from both gates and your teammates who you - in a desperate plea for a win - had yelled out to leave and let you find the hatch or run to a gate if things got didn’t worsen. Which had left you alone, ears ringing and head beating against your cage, cornered and afraid of the giant who stared you down with a red gleam in the dark pits of his eyes.
Every step he took backed you up further against the rugged wall of a house - his childhood home - and pressed himself against you, the rough texture of his suit irritating your skin as he dropped the knife to touch you, running over his course fingers down your shoulders. Myers was scarily touchy, pads digging into the fat of your hips, groaning and grunting as he ground against you, drinking in your whimpers and hisses, fists hitting his chest without any result. Was it so surprising? He was a monster, a devil’s spawn, who had you in hands, a uselessly struggling victim that was too weak to stop him.
His game of cat and mouse came to an end, where you forgot what you were initially doing, choking around his thick fingers, the filthy taste hitting you harshly as his jabs. He pressed his fingers down the back of your throat, panting loudly at your gags and rutting his fattening cock on your navel. You shuddered at the feel of it, the thick bulge threatening to pop a button off his jumpsuit, and you feared, you were terrified at your wandering thoughts, the implication of it when faced with a beast like Myers.
Ding
Then the final call rang, a long and echoing sound that called the end of the trial. It was quiet for a few seconds, and all you felt was pain, agony ripping through you as The Entity swallowed you up with her many arms. The last thing you saw was Myers bulge, pushed to your bloodied lips and filling your dying nose with a thick and heady musk, a metallic and dusty smell that would linger on your tongue.
You had hoped that she would give you a second, let you bask in the worry and affection the other survivors gave you, her whispers summoning you elsewhere in a drowning cloud of black fog and sent into your next match, placed somewhere in Midwich Elementary School. The many winding halls and rusted metal worked to confuse the survivors and killers alike, leaving only a selected few who were familiar with this realm. You crossed path with James a few times, but you knew he wouldn’t have given an offering for this, it was a sore memory for him, a reminder of his sins and regrets. So that left a single open left: Pyramid Head, the wandering executioner in the halls of Midwich, sentient and brutal in his ways.
He was a monster everyone feared, something created from the mind of a tortured man rather than a human turned monster, he was born a nightmare and would perish as one. That’s why you hid whenever you heard the telltale sound of his rusted great sword drag across the floor, knowing he had chosen you as his obsession and was actively turning a blind eye to the other survivors. You heard a few screams here and there, but he hadn’t downed anyone, seemingly to prefer leaving them half dead and limping to the next generator or survivor to heal.
You were doing well, working with Jane on the third machine, smiling to each other and sending encouraging glances while you looked over your shoulders from time to time, but your luck had run out. Pyramid Head stumbled your way, his head bobbing over the thick cords of his shoulders and chest, sinewy muscles bulging with every move. You both ran, Jane up the stairs and you down the hall, and he followed you. It was a familiar feeling, being the chased obsession of a killer, singled out by him to be the victim of his choosing.
Unfortunately, The Executioner never truly relished in the hunt, prowling fast and hard, ready to kill whoever he crossed, yet, strangely, he hadn’t raised his great sword, chasing you down a hall and into a dead end. You were fucked. Oh so terribly fucked if your assumptions were right. You turned to face Pyramid Head, fearfully glaring at him, eyes scouring the open space around him for a small point to slip away. You felt your small star of hope extinguish when he suddenly appeared before you, moving faster than he usually would, blocking your way with his body.
He was hard and warm under your palms, his laboured breathing resting on your shoulder in his dazed wandering, his ripped and bloody and filthy arms brushing against yours and feeling you up. You closed your eyes in terror, trying your best to snuff out your thoughts and the feeling of his touches, his fingers pinching and kneading the skin of your hips and thighs, slipping behind to occasionally feel your ass bend under his strong hands. You whimpered, raking your nails down his arms, trying and failing to stop him from going forward with his wants, turning your head away from him.
It seemed like he didn’t like that, forcing a gasp out of you when a wet appendage lapped at your cheek, leaving a slimy trail of drool until you reacted to him, gaping and hissing at him; and he took your shock and disgust to his advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You retched, throat closing around his tongue, thrusting slowly to the back of your throat and up to spread over your palate. He lathered your mouth in his drool, willing your smaller and less nimble tongue to push at him, choking down any cries or gags from the sheer disgust that filled your guts (despite the small spike of arousal in your guts).
You wanted to scream about your situation, this fucked up situation you keep finding yourself with monsters like The Shape and The Executioner. Why you? Why you out of everyone else? You weren’t as significant or strong and determined as other survivors, so it confused and worried you, if they would force themselves onto you again and again until they either broke you or moved onto another poor survivor. But perhaps- just perhaps you could make something of it, seeing the thick pole that poked at your stomach, poking from under his loose loincloth and wetting it with a dark spot at the tip.
You loathed The Entity and her plans.
#x reader#dbd fanfic#dbd survivor#dbd killer#micheal myers#dbd the shape#Micheal myers x reader#The shape x reader#pyramid head x reader smut#pyramid head x reader#pyramid head#silent hill pyramid head#dbd pyramid head#the executioner#tw: dark content#dark content#dead by daylight x reader#dead by daylight#dead by daylight survivor#tw: dubcon#tw: non con#predator prey#size difference
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tw // scars, blood, bruises, piercings, cigarettes, a bit of ooc?
man, i love whitney
#i know i kept yapping about pink eyed whitney but then pink eyes didnt rlly suit him the way it did in my head.....#so i decided red eyes and ITS HBERFHJEBHRF#CHEF KISS#sue me i have a thing for red eyes apparently#also pls dont look too closely at the tattoos#i just tried to do the approximate shape of tattoos and called it a day#anyways here's my whitney design!! quite different from the first time i drew him#but im a lot happier with this design ehehe#whitney the bully#dol whitney#dol pc#eri the orphan#fan art#art#mine#my fan art#my art#also in the last few panels i forgot to draw his tattoos#and its already 1 am pls let me sleep HJRFERBHF#whitney x pc#degrees of lewdity#dol#dol related#i swear. im Normal about him#scars tw#blood tw#bruises tw#piercings tw#cigarettes tw#a bit ooc but fuck it i just want to play with whitney's hair ok
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so many people complimented rouxls' boots on the last deltarune post, i forgot i basically never post full body doodles so you've never been able to get a good look at him. so here he is ✨
#deltarune#rouxls kaard#doodles#art#deltarune chapter 1#just a simple leetol post today. i would like to post more. i keep saying that but i mean it this time.#i think i used to draw the pants untucked from the boots but i liked the little chains that matched his coat#i've always read his uniform as an actual playing card? a lot of people see that the ropes on the front look like writing#like an actual rules card but i read it like his uniform *is* actually very boxy shaped and pulled at the waist#the way i literally read his sprite and the way i draw him are kind of different but i still try to keep that rectangular element#thats why i liked the dumb 80s shoulderpads because it doesn't break up that shape as much as these do#but that's why his coat has the front and back skirts with the slit on either side. its like two playing cards sandwiched together#and that only very loosely translates from my head into the way i draw him but. yeah#i definitely lean more into how he's depicted in merch rather than in game whjbdfghbjfdg
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