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gl1tt3r-gutz-and-r0b0tz-sl · 6 months ago
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ain't she pretty? 🥰🥰🥰🥰
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ghostbasedusername · 1 month ago
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⚠️ disturbing/gory images under the cut! ⚠️
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in my mind when tunner was a kid he wasnt very brave and cried a lot, but this guy was like a father figure to him and inspired tunner to be brave and protect his friends
unfortunately, what tunner didnt know, this guy was apart of the blackhat cult, which eventually resulted in his disappearance
tunner didnt learn the truth of what happened to him until his own last moments
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feath-r-hopper · 5 months ago
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its just a quick procedure! find happiness through surgery!
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novankenn · 2 months ago
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Unnatural (v3-Prologue)
(Chapter List)
MATURE CONTENT WARNING : This story deals with some disturbing themes. Check the tags. IF any of these are triggers for you or will disturb you... then DO NOT READ!!
Terra looked a little green about the gills with Jaune inter-spaced with appearances by Annabel, recounted what has been going on. Saphron remained silent through the whole... discussion.
He left no details out, intent on being honest with the woman that made his mother so happy.
"So... these... killings... are because Annabel needs to feed? I don't..."
"I do." Annabel answered. "Because of how Jaune are now merged I feed on that which caused him so much pain and grief."
"Hence the targeting of..."
"Leeches and parasites." Annabel cut of Terra. "Do not try to humanize them... they are a corruption and a disease."
"But..."
"There is no but, sweetie." Saphron injected for the first time in the several hours long discussion. "I... I... was taken aback by what Annabel first suggested... when she revealed herself to me."
Terra noticed how Saphron's face morphed from the worry she was showing her as she was trying to understand what the dynamic was between Jaune and Annabel, to one of cold indifference.
"Those Jaune and Annabel target have no care for the lives they destroy. For the harm they cause. Their monsters, worse than the Grimm..." Saphron leaned forward her elbows on her knees. "My father, Jaune's father was one of those... he didn't care about hurting me. He didn't care about anything but his own sick desires."
"He was killed right? In prison?" Terra asked, remembering during one conversation that Saphron had said that. "Jaune... I mean Annabel did that, didn't she?"
"I did. I slaughtered him like the diseased vermin he was." the glee with which Annabel spoke those words made Terra recoil. "You are troubled by these... admissions."
"I..." Terra looked from Annabel to Saphron. The woman she loved more than anything. "I am. I'm sorry Saph but I am. I mean we're sitting here speaking with..."
"I am a malevolent entity. Call me a demon if you would rather. I will not take that term as an insult."
"A... demon casually speaking about the deaths... no the murders of multiple people! This... this..."
"It's okay." Saphron commented a sad smile on her face. "I love you Terra... I do, but I don't expect you to turn you back on what you believe is right, just for me and..."
"Are you 100% certain your... victims are these parasites?" Terra asked, cutting off Saphron "I need to know. Are you?"
"I can sense and taste their taint. Those who I prey upon are active, and doing harm."
"Are you..."
"I am. Those I take HAVE hurt the innocent to slate sick desires. They are not some idiot who has had a random fantasy. They are not people that look at a child and think that is beautiful." Annabel growled, "They are vermin. They are a disease. They are predators that have hunted prey."
"O...Okay." Terra commented, turning her eyes from Annabel who was changing back into Jaune and focusing on Saphron. "If what she has said is true... I... I may be able to handle this."
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d011zk1ll · 3 months ago
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Short comic time
Tw and cw for:
Shittly draw stuff
Bl00d
Sickness
Death (of a baby)
Badly drawn baby of feathers
^ so body horror in a way
God looking back on it it's bad (I just finished it)
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devileaterjaek · 2 months ago
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The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Atari 2600) Games these days are so violent. Join our BLOODY community on //Discord// Support my DERANGED //Ko-Fi//
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officialpropheticnightmares · 9 months ago
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LET HELL RAIN DOWN UPON ME
Album teaser.
Coming soon. You don't have much time.
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saspitite · 10 months ago
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i have flesh.
i…
i’m not entirely sure what you’re trying to suggest here
but
if i can’t eat
then maybe
GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD 
i don’t know. no animal was ever made to eat itself. i’m disgusting.
but i’m hungry
i try curling up
into a little ball
like they say i can, well really, my younger cousins can
my own body is soft, and i think for a second,
how easy it could be to tear out a chunk
i don’t like this.
that was a horrible thought
i’m not doing that. i don’t even know if that was what you wanted me to do. what if it wasn’t? what if that was of my own volition?
no. no i’m sorry. you guys chose it and i don’t want you to be upset with me if i
something cracks.
what?
oh. oh my god
i’m an idiot. i’m an idiot i’m an idiot i’m an idiot i’m an idiot i’m an idiot
whatever it is that’s below me is now crumbling. that disgusting drowning feeling is back.
i’m an idiot
i can’t stay here. i might die.
i’m scared
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henriiiii-1001old · 2 years ago
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alt thatcher for the canon fanon drawing meme?
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this was gonna be fully lined and properly colored but i am suddenly in a really shitty mood today so. yeah. i really did try and make this look somewhat decent bc i got really excited when you sent this in. so yeah
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wyrreny · 11 months ago
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redraw of a bon drawing i made back in 2021 in celebration of twf 4!
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thecuddlymuffintop · 2 months ago
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Tonight, at 7 pm CDT, I aim to finish Lorelai for Day 14 of my Spooktober Donothon over on Twitch and YouTube.
Be forewarned: Due to the heavy subject matter tackled in this game, viewer discretion is advised.
If you're up for it, here are the links.
Twitch
YouTube
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sonic-zombie · 1 year ago
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How am I supposed to sleep and go to work and look for jobs and just do normal stuff when there's a child on the other side of the world with the top half of his head missing, and still alive???
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ghostbasedusername · 1 month ago
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simons gapple addiction in my cringe ass sprunki-minecraft crossover
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disturbing imagery below
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pov you got isekaid and taken in by a village but dony remember shit but you have SO much deja vu its practically bubbling to the surface
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yakkolicious-writing · 6 months ago
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The Obituary
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"Graveyard at Night" by Rennett Stowe, Modifications: Resized to 3000x1055 pixels is licensed under CC BY 2.0.
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family Fandom: Animaniacs Central Relationship: Yakko, Dot, & Wakko Warner Wordcount: 2,612 words Summary: Yakko knew something was off about today, and he was right. Today, a certain "special friend" of the Warners, one Yakko didn't like to think about, made his way into the morning paper, forcing Yakko to confront his regrets with how he dealt with the situation. With Dot and Wakko's love and support, can Yakko realize that one mistake, no matter how severe, does not determine his worth as a person? Warnings: This story discusses death and uncomfortable implications of "Chairman of the Bored," a segment of Animaniacs 1993. Rating: T. Not suitable for younger audiences.
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56754184
This is probably the single most angsty fic I've written. Lately I've been struggling to continue Animaniacs (I actually haven't seen the full series yet), but Chairman of the Bored is my single least favorite segment, mostly because of Pip Pumphandle, the special friend the Warners have in that episode. If you haven't seen Chairman of the Bored yet... brace yourself. It's something, to say the least. I wrote this fic to give myself some closure so I can get back to watching the show. I hope you enjoy this!
There was something off about today. Yakko didn’t know what it was, but he could just tell something was off. Everything seemed normal in Burbank today: the morning sky was a peaceful light blue, the sun shone just as brightly as it always did, the birds sang happily, and the Warner Bros. staff were just as busy as ever. Surely anyone else would’ve said this was a normal day. If the day seemed so normal though, then why did Yakko feel like something strange was going to happen?
Yakko jumped out of the tower and grabbed the morning newspaper. Yakko liked to stay informed, and his way of doing that was reading newspapers. Maybe it was a little old-fashioned, but he liked the way the papers felt in his hands, and seeing the words in print made them easier for him to take in. Yakko smiled at his unread paper before jumping back up to the water tower and opening the door. He saw Wakko and Dot sitting at the kitchen table. Wakko was busy scarfing down a copious number of grapes, while Dot adjusted the cute little yellow flower in her ears: normal sibling stuff. Yakko closed the door behind him and grinned at the paper.
“Morning paper!” Yakko exclaimed in a singsong voice.
“Yeah yeah,” Dot said, “you got your newspaper.”
“Sis, it’s important to keep up with world events and the news,” Yakko explained, “it keeps ya smart, and knowledge is power.”
“But it’s so depressing!” Wakko whined.
“Yeah, sometimes,” Yakko replied, “but sometimes there’s something sweet in here! Or something really satisfying.”
“Satisfying.” As Yakko said that, he felt his stomach drop. Why? It was just a word. What was his body trying to tell him? Should he not have said that? Was something satisfying going to happen? Was something unsatisfying going to happen? There were so many things that it could be that it just left Yakko confused and worried. This day was shaping up to be anything but normal, and not in the “having fun with his siblings” kind of way.
Yakko sighed and opened the newspaper. As he flipped through the black-and-white pages, he saw the usual stuff: political news, the weather, sports coverage, comics with art styles that screamed that they’ve been going for a while, and the daily crossword puzzle, Yakko’s favorite. Yakko took a moment to examine the crossword and its clues for a moment, his tail wagging as he did so. Dot looked over at Yakko, saw his tail wagging, and giggled.
“Aw, does Yakko love his crosswords?” Dot asked.
Yakko promptly grabbed his tail and only let go when he was certain it had stopped wagging, not saying a word to Dot. Then, he resumed looking through the newspaper. Eventually, Yakko saw the obituaries. Obituaries, though not as gloomy as the political news, were still quite depressing. Usually, Yakko would skim through the obituaries with a frown before moving onto something else, just so he could have the knowledge, and that’s what he tried to do today. Yakko looked at the obituaries and saw if there was anything interesting. At first, everything seemed normal: a seventy-eight-year-old man who died of a heart attack, a ninety-year-old woman who passed peacefully in her sleep, a forty-two-year-old father who died of cancer. Yakko didn’t know any of these people, but they seemed like fine people who were very loved, and he felt sorry for their loved ones. This is why the obituaries were so gloomy: it was always the better people who ended up on those pages. Sometimes someone who was a bit more morally dubious ended up on the pages, but it wasn’t too common.
As Yakko read through the obituaries, he saw something unusually interesting. A sixty-three-year-old man was hit by a bus. His eyes bulged, alerting Wakko and Dot.
“What did you find, Yakko?” Dot asked.
“This is the most interesting obituary I’ve read in a while,” Yakko began, “this old guy got hit by a bus!”
“Whoa!” Wakko said.
“Is there anything else?” Dot asked.
“Let me see,” Yakko replied.
Yakko began to read the obituary in more detail.
“He was hit by a bus on July 15th,” he began, “he was known for his rich life experiences and his strong desire for human connection. Family members remember his stories about his many meetings with celebrities fondly for how they aided their sleep. In his spare time, he could be found socializing at parties and bonding with people over cheese balls.”
The Warners’ faces sunk. Now, Yakko knew why today felt so off. Yakko read the title of the obituary. It read “Pumphandle, Francis ‘Pip.’” He looked at the photograph next to the obituary, and there was Pip’s face. The same droopy eyelids, slightly wrinkled face, and bald spot on the top of his head as there was when the Warners first had the misfortune of meeting him. Wakko and Dot leaned over to read the newspaper, and they saw Pip’s photograph as well.
“Pip died?!” Wakko asked.
“Looks like it,” Yakko answered.
“He was so young!” Dot cried, “well, actually, not really, but still.”
“Whoever wrote this sounds like they couldn’t come up with a lot of nice things to say about him,” Wakko said.
“Yeah, I think you’re right, Wakko,” Yakko replied, “seriously, who would actually put that he ‘bonds with people over cheese balls’ in an obituary unless you had nothing really nice to say about him but don’t want to be mean? That’s like saying a cult leader had great people skills!”
The Warners smiled and laughed at Yakko’s joke and how ridiculous the obituary was. However, after a moment, Yakko’s smile faded into a frown and his laughter died. He looked away from his siblings as they hooted and hollered, Dot occasionally cackling like a witch on helium. Wakko and Dot didn’t seem to notice that Yakko stopped laughing, and when Yakko noticed that, he sighed. He handed the newspaper to Dot, who took it without hesitation, and sat crisscross on the sofa.
Yakko had a lot of feelings about the day they met Pip. To say that day was a good one for him and his siblings would be the worst lie ever told. Pip would not stop talking about the time he met Bob Barker, and he would do anything to finish his story. When the Warners tried to leave, Pip was on the bus they were on. When they got home, Pip was inside the water tower. The Warners got no sleep that night thanks to Pip. Pip even decided he would take part in their bedtime routine at the same time as the Warners. Why Pip thought that was a good idea is a mystery that Yakko will never know the answer to. What Yakko did know was that Pip decided to sit in the bathtub with him and Wakko, and when it was time for bed, Pip had claimed Wakko’s bed before Wakko could, forcing the brothers to share Yakko’s. The Warners didn’t do anything to Pip other than make sarcastic jokes at his expense: he wasn’t outright hostile to them in the way a lot of unscrupulous figures they met were. Even then, Pip was so determined to tell his story that he didn’t seem to care that the Warners didn’t like him. Pip eventually left, but the silence he left was so deafening that the Warners chased him down, begging for another story: they didn’t find him, much to Yakko’s relief looking back.
It was only after Pip had been gone for a few days that Yakko let what he did to him and his siblings sink in. Pip had basically stalked him and his siblings, got in the bath with him and Wakko, and stole Wakko’s bed all for a story that ended in Bob Barker eating a bologna and cheese ball sandwich. Yakko was horrified that he let this happen. The Warners didn’t have any trusted adults in their lives. The closest was Dr. Scratchansniff, but he could be a killjoy sometimes. Yakko wouldn’t dare tell Scratchansniff about Pip anyways: it would only tell him that he was a failure of an older brother. Without any trusted adults, Yakko was often seen as the guardian of the Warners. He didn’t like to be seen as a father figure, just a cool older brother, and Wakko and Dot helped to take care of him too some days, but as the oldest of the Warners, he felt it was his job to make sure the chaos that he and his siblings got into wasn’t too much for them. This was absolutely too much. By not hitting Pip with a mallet or crushing him with an anvil when he had the chance, Yakko put not only himself, but also his siblings in danger. Most days, Yakko tried not to think about it, but now, Pip was relevant again. He was gone, but he only recently died, meaning that Yakko had to think about Pip and their fateful meeting once more. He hated thinking about it. It was a cruel reminder that something needed to be done, but nothing was done. For Yakko, it made him feel like the worst person on the planet.
It was only when Dot realized she was holding the newspaper that she realized that Yakko moved. She stopped laughing and looked around the tower before seeing Yakko on the couch. She elbowed Wakko to get him to stop laughing, and he too looked at Yakko.
“What’s wrong, Yakko?” Wakko asked.
“Why’d you move?” Dot added.
“I’m thinking about when we met Pip,” Yakko said, “how he wouldn’t stop shaking our hands… we traded each other off… we tried to run away from him but he followed us home… he… he got in the bath with me and Wakko! He stole Wakko’s bed! And I did nothing about it!”
Wakko and Dot’s eyes switched focus between each other and Yakko as he ranted. Yakko’s eyes filled with tears, and his fists were clenched in balls of rage. Why did he let that happen? Why did he put his siblings in so much danger? How could he sleep at night? Yakko got up, stormed to his room, and slammed the door behind him. Wakko and Dot’s eyes shrunk when they heard the slam. They exchanged glances, but those glances were all they needed to know that they knew what they needed to do. They jumped out of their chairs and ran to Yakko’s room. They knocked incessantly, Wakko with both of his fists.
“Yakko, open the door!” Wakko cried.
“We’ll bust down your door if we have to,” Dot began, “and then we’ll replace it, because we love ya!”
Dot and Wakko only stopped knocking when they heard Yakko’s footsteps. Yakko opened the door. He looked a lot more tired than he did before he ran off. His eyelids drooped, as did his slightly reddened face. His frown looked plastered on, and it caused his entire face to sag. Wakko and Dot both gave Yakko their best puppy eyes.
“Can we come in?” Dot asked.
“Sure,” Yakko said, “why not.”
Yakko walked back into his room, Dot and Wakko not far behind. Yakko plopped onto his bed, grabbed his pillow, put it against his face, and began to scream into it. Wakko sat next to Yakko and patted his back gently. Dot stood up with her arms crossed.
“Jeez, Yakko, you’re a mess,” she said.
“Dot!” Wakko glared at his little sister.
“OK, OK, maybe that was a little mean,” Dot said, “I’m sorry, Yakko. It’s just… I’ve never seen you this upset before.”
Yakko lifted his head from the pillow and sniffled.
“I hate myself,” Yakko said.
“Don’t hate yourself, Yakko!” Wakko replied, “we’re not mad at you.”
“You should be,” Yakko began, “I’m supposed to be looking out for you guys. Of course, we’re all supposed to look out for one another, it’s what good siblings do, but… I shouldn’t have let him so close to us. I understand he wasn’t exactly a jerk in the same way a lot of the people we meet are, but there’s a point that shouldn’t be crossed, and Pip crossed that point and we did nothing about it. I did nothing about it…”
Dot put her hand on Yakko’s shoulder. He looked at her and sniffled.
“Yakko,” Dot explained, “we’re not mad at you. That was a long time ago. None of us knew what to do with Pip. He was just so… strange, you know?”
“Yeah,” Yakko replied.
“You know, I was mad at you in the moment when you swapped our hands out and made me listen to Pip,” Dot said, “but I don’t think I would’ve done anything differently than you, especially since I swapped myself out for Wakko.”
“Yeah, you did do that,” Wakko replied, “but I probably would’ve swapped myself for one of you two if I had to talk to him first. After eating all those cheese balls, that is.”
Dot, Wakko, and Yakko chuckled, Yakko wiping a tear from his eyes with his finger.
“I just… I just wish things went a little differently that day,” Yakko said.
“Pip drove us crazy, Yakko,” Dot replied, “when he finally left us alone, we wanted to hear more from him! For some reason!”
“Oh yeah, definitely,” Yakko agreed, “but either way, we’ve got each other now, and Pip… well, considering what happened that one time we were in Sweden, I don’t think we’ll be seeing him again anytime soon.”
Wakko and Dot hugged Yakko as tightly as they could. Yakko smiled at each of them for a moment before wrapping his arms around them as well and closing his eyes. The Warners hugged each other for ten minutes straight until they decided they had enough.
“I think I’ve had enough news for one day,” Yakko said.
“Me too,” Wakko added, “all that thinking made me hungry.”
“But you just had a ton of grapes!” Dot replied.
“I know! I’m hungrier now!” Wakko explained.
“I’m a bit, uh, too shaken, right now, to uh, make breakfast or anything like that,” Yakko began, “so why don’t we get dressed up and go out for waffles or something?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Wakko answered.
“Sounds like a plan to me!” Dot added.
Wakko and Dot ran out of Yakko’s room, and Yakko beamed. He couldn’t change the past. He couldn’t change his feelings. If Yakko could make it so he and his siblings never met Pip Pumphandle, he’d do it in a heartbeat. However, that wasn’t the way the world worked. Life was full of experiences, some fun and others not so much. All that Yakko could do was be the best older brother he could be. He felt he wasn’t perfect by any means, but even after what had happened with Pip, Wakko and Dot still loved him dearly, and that was enough for him. Whether Yakko deserved forgiveness or not was something he wasn’t sure if he would ever know, but if Wakko and Dot felt he did, then that meant the world. Pip was gone now, but Yakko, Wakko, and Dot were still here, together, on the Warner Bros. movie lot, in the water tower, just the three of them. Now, they could enjoy some waffles together, and hopefully, Yakko could move on from the day he and his siblings had the misfortune of meeting Pip. It wouldn’t be easy, but with the two best younger siblings he could ask for by his side, Yakko knew that he had people to lean on.
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novankenn · 1 year ago
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Unnatural
Jaune always felt out of place in his family as the youngest and only boy in the Arc family. While everyone was strong and healthy he was constantly bed ridden. In and out of the emergency room, with varying lengths of stay in the PICU. He was fragile, weak and babied. It was on his eighth birthday that he found out the truth. His seven sisters... six of them were actually his aunts. One was his mother. On that day everything in his life changed...
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He ran, carrying his one treasured possession into the forest that night, stressing his frail body to failure... that was when she came to him.
MATURE CONTENT WARNING : This story deals with some disturbing themes. Check the tags. IF any of these are triggers for you or will disturb you... then DO NOT READ!!
Volume 1 (The Beginning) (C) - Chapters : PROLOGUE - ONE - TWO - THREE - FOUR - FIVE - SIX - SEVEN - EIGHT - EPILOGUE
Volume 2 (Argus) (C) - Chapters : PROLOGUE - ONE - TWO - THREE - FOUR - FIVE - SIX - SEVEN - EIGHT - EPILOGUE
Volume 3 (Argus & Mistral) - Chapters : PROLOGUE
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Jaune -> Anna -> Annabel (Images generated by perchance ai text-to-image)
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red-man-of-mustache · 7 months ago
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