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#elpiskey indie, private, & canon compliant portrayal of GRACE ASHCROFT from RE9: REQIUEM. a deep study in generational catastrophes, bioterror trauma, and the uneasy reality of becoming biologically entangled with the very horror one set out to expose. investigative truths, institutional secrecies, daughterhood beneath the shadow of raccoon city, and the slow erosion of identity under black market machinations. grace is a survivor — a civilian caught in a world of super soldiers and bioweapons in mutated forms. █ ICONLESS. MDNI. PERSONAL BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. ANTI-GRACE SENTIMENTS ARE UNWELCOMED.

✦indicates exclusives (unwilling to rp with 1+ vers.). ☆ for affiliates (blog canon).

family: @fightfected / leon kennedy [✦]. || @subject171 / emily. ☆ || @anarkissm / adam francis. || @dogcaught / dr. clementine chasseur.|| @w4rwhispers / madani. || @redlands / jessica jones. || @rescuefield / claire redfield. || @imitade / zeno. || sherry birkin. @healgenes || @viscerarotw / mia winters.

DOSSIER BELOW.

#GULLY || BLACK WRITER. || ADULT. || DNI.

raesource

kissy kissy prompts

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the prompts are being sent for . you can add + reverse to swap roles . a couple of these are considered usfw / nsfw .

🫣 Kiss the receiver for the very first time.

🥀 Kiss the receiver as if it is for the very last time.

😡 Kiss the receiver during a heated argument.

🧱 Pin the receiver against the wall while kissing them.

🫦 Bite the receiver's lower lip before kissing them fiercely.

😭 Kiss away the receiver's tears from their cheeks.

😴 Wake the receiver up with kisses all over their face.

🔥 Kiss the receiver while snuggled up by a fireplace / campfire.

👔 Pull the receiver in for a kiss by their collar / tie / belt.

🛏️ Push the receiver onto the bed and pounce them with kisses.

💋 Gently kiss one of the receiver's scars / wounds.

🌃 Kiss the receiver while quietly stargazing.

😱 Kiss the receiver to shock them out of an anxiety / panic attack.

🥂 Press a kiss on the receiver's lips / cheek while a little tipsy.

🎭 Kiss the receiver while on a pretend date (for a mission / wedding etc.).

🌿 Kiss the receiver while standing under some mistletoe.

😈 Kiss the receiver on / near one of their private parts.

💦 Kiss the receiver while they slowly come down from their release.

💄 Leave lipstick marks on the receiver's face / neck / body.

🧛 Leave a trail of bite marks along the receiver's neck / body.

seasonofhorror

JENNIFER'S BODY

2009, dir. Karyn Kusama

#warm dawn on my face. / musings.

scarletsourcesarchived-deactiva

Com-MUN-ication Meme

🥰 I secretly admire you

🤓 I don't dare talk to you, but I enjoy reading your threads

👋 I just came to break the ice and say "Hi!"

🙂 How are you, mun?

🤔 I want to write with you, but I don't know how our muses might interact

💡 I have a plot idea for our muses

😕 I want to ship with you, but our muses have never interacted

😔 I want to ship with you, but I don't know if you're interested

❤ I want us to be mains

💞 I want us to be exclusives

💍 I want us to be ship exclusive

💘 I want to discuss romantic ships with you

💚 I want to discuss platonic ships with you

🖤 I want to discuss hate ships with you

💜 I want to discuss familiar ships with you

😇 Can you write a starter for our muses, please?

😄 Can you send me some memes, please?

💖 I love you, mun!

🌟 You're my favorite blog

😊 We should talk more OOC

😓 There's a thread I'm waiting for you to reply, but I don't want to feel like I'm rushing you

😬 I want to send you a meme about (x), is it okay?

❣ I want to write fluff with you

👄 I want to write romance with you

🔥 I want to write smut with you

😭 I want to write angst with you

😱 I want to write horror with you

🤩 I WANT TO WRITE EVERYTHING WITH YOU

🔥

@rescuefield

stop neutering villains or the misdeeds.

#ooc.#tw psa.#rescuefield

meme-cafe

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect. )

#feel free to include a subject

notmorbid

the predator.

dialogue prompts from animorphs #5: the predator by k.a. applegate.

i'm hoping to live a while longer.

i believe in minding my own business.

stay out of it. don't be an idiot.

i'd trust ____ with my life any day, any time.

any time you think i did the right thing, i have to be wrong.

the higher the danger, the higher the honor.

what do you fight for, if not honor?

i should go with you. i should be there.

it's a little late for you to admit that i was right.

no need to worry. i'll be there.

it's hard to forget a nightmare that's true.

it's hard to hate someone for protecting their kid.

you have to take control. you have to fight.

i lost myself. i was gone. i didn't even exist.

i should've guessed. i should've known.

if i talk about it, it'll become real.

let's not do this again any time soon.

i'm not _____. not even to save the world.

it's not so easy to just forget terror.

this isn't how life is supposed to be.

are you okay? is there some kind of stress in your life?

you're always so cool and in control.

you grind my nerves sometimes, but keep it up, okay?

i used to think _____ was the scariest thing in the world.

i've been your friend forever. i know you.

what's the problem?

it is hard to imagine better ____ than this.

bet i could kick your butt.

as long as we're alive, there's hope.

it's happening. it's finally, really happening.

this is not looking good.

when bad things happen, i tell jokes.

when you're scared, you start grabbing at anything.

sometimes, you don't want the truth. sometimes, you just want someone to blame.

we have to have hope.

we gave them a pretty good fight, didn't we?

that's not _____. not anymore.

be careful of your own ambition.

i know how much you want to do something, but now is not the time.

i hate myself for not trying.

don't tell the others.

you're my oldest and best friend. you know that.

there has to be something we can do.

grace is the acceptance of the inevitable.

i've got a saying for you. i got it from a fortune cookie. 'fall down seven times, get up eight.'

that's nuts. i like it.

you have to do what's right for the group.

politics? it's about politics?

you didn't even slow down.

i'm tired of feeling helpless.

i've decided i kind of like you.

i guess there's no such thing as a nice graveyard.

i hate coming here.

it's better to laugh than to cry, don't you think?

i haven't been a very good ____ to you.

i guess we have to live, huh?

______ wouldn't want us to give up.

i've forgotten more about _______ than you ever knew.

i let you win.

no matter where you are, no matter how far, i will find you.

lightghost02

I love her concept art so much

#// so much to say about her determination to make her own decision. reclamation over her own agency #make it through the other side. / grace.

lanshiang

@elpiskey wanted a starter

Ashcroft's legacy far outlived her, and in the early days of her own despair, Carla Radames considered the idea of an expose option for Derek C. Simmons. The idea was as stillborn as any of her other nascent ones in those days, stuck between pain and rage. It died shortly, easily, because there was very little restraining Simmons from killing any woman who stood the ghost of a chance in toppling him.

Still, it was an idea that Carla had, a long, long time ago, and it never left her. It returned with shocking clarity too, when the news reports began to circulate into the opened case of Oswell E. Spencer, made by "Ashcroft", "Grace Ashcroft" the newest player on the scene. Alyssa Ashcroft's daughter.

The thought didn't leave her at all, as she finished touches on an e-mail, and sent it to a ferryman who had an intranet e-mail address for one interesting, fresh on the bioterror scene FBI analyst.

Dear Ms. Ashcroft, It seems that you have taken up the torch of your mother. I'd like to speak with you about some details in your report that not a soul on this Earth knows, or will tell you with clarity. Maybe we can help each other? - A friend

elpiskey

grace stared at the screen as though she were in a trance, the cursor blinking like a slow warning light in the dim glow of her laptop.

the email had pulled her attention away from the scattered notes on munitions expenditures and the handful of curious items leon had flagged. another d.s.a. agent gone rogue? another bioterror incident? she still didn’t have the full details, only the tight edge in leon’s voice when he’d asked for her and sherry’s private help.

she didn’t assume leon wanted to keep the digging private purely for their protection. she knew him better than that. he was asking for her and sherry’s help because the official channels were either too slow or too compromised. it felt like chasing shadows again — like trying to catch a slippery fish with bare hands the moment her fingers finally closed around something solid.

but all of that had to take a backseat now.

the email had yanked her focus completely off the task. she read it once, then again, feeling the polished words settle uneasily under her skin. it made her skin prickle like fire ants were crawling beneath her flesh, trying to burrow deeper.

there was no signature, no real name, just, "a friend." the mention of her mother hit exactly where it was meant to. it a hard, precise jab that made her stomach tighten.

she leaned back in the chair, one hand rubbing slowly at the back of her neck as the familiar prickle of unease moved across her shoulders. grace exhaled through her nose.

she read the email three more times, searching for the trap hidden between the polite lines, trying to flay the devil out the skin of the details. details no one else on earth knows.

help each other.

the bait was a classic one. sure, it sounded reasonable right up until the moment someone divorced your brain from the rest of your head with a bullet or heart, if they wanted to be more cruel about it, and have you turned into something that used to be human.

still… if this really was about her mother’s work — about the things alyssa ashcroft had died trying to expose — then walking away without at least testing the waters felt wrong. cowardly, even.

fuck.

her fingers hovered over the keyboard.

finally she typed, keeping it short, careful, every word weighed:

dear “friend”, you’ll forgive me if i’m not in the habit of trusting anonymous emails that bring up my dead mother in the first line. especially not when they come from someone who clearly knows more than they should about classified reports. if you really have information that can help, then prove it. give me something small. something only the right person would know. no games, no riddles. make your intentions plain. i’m listening. but i’m not stupid. — grace a.h. ashcroft

SEND.

@lanshiang

#lanshiang #no more regrets. / threads.

iamtryingtobelieve

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Nine Inch Nails and David Bowie perform Reptile on the Dissonance Tour in 1995

elpiskey

she spreads herself wide open to let the insects in she leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been she has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin seeds from a thousand others drip down from within

#MUSIC tag.

nexusdawn

The Brood (1979) dir. David Cronenberg

#fighting the darkness holding me. / aesthetics.

bluemuffin-draws

The modders are feeding us well

#make it through the other side. / grace.

polygon-wave

I’m so sorry, Mom. This is all my fault.

elpiskey

@muckraccer

#alyssa & grace tag.

@v0id0ut said: "Can you trust me? Just till this is all over?" con't.

when he stepped towards her, grace took one slight step backward. It was an automatic response. he had answered the question in such a way that had not felt right — not honest enough, not straightforward enough.

“ trust you? ” she asked, and although her tone was gentle, it had also been harsh and tinged with weariness. her life's work honed her mind into being an encyclopedic engine of navigating irregular opponents. beginning with the strategic suppression of information that could be to the detriment of one's health.

she scrutinized his face in the dim light, trying to find the cracks she knew must exists. she followed him simply because it felt safer to move than stay put, but that did not mean she trusted him. and if he continues, then he will never have it.

“ neil... don't, ” she warned softly as she held her hand above the strap of her backpack, close enough to be able to reach for her weapon if need be. “ don't treat me like i was born in a lab yesterday, or like i can't handle the truth. ”

she swallowed the lump in her threat, feeling the familiar prickle along her arms again. years of reading about stories of those whose 'best intentions' were keeping harmful secrets from people had always left her wary. mostly due to the fact that's what most of her life consisted us: so many mysteries it made her feel like she was having her strings tugged like a marionette under everyone else's direction and not her own.

“ it is not just my life on the line, ” she said. “ you know that. if you have something that you are withholding from me because you feel you are protecting me... then please, stop. ”

her gaze never wavered. she did not sound angry, just weary and perhaps a little afraid of what would happen next if she continued following in darkness.

“ give me something to hold onto. a well-placed persuasive argument right now would be nice. because right now the not-knowing feels worse than what you fear telling me. ”

#v0id0ut #no more regrets. / threads.

anarkissm

@elpiskey says, "i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise."

and adam manages to smile. "it's no trouble," he replies, wincing slightly as he tries to still his restless body. he feels as if he should not trouble her. but adam recognized her face, the soft flow of her hair as it framed it, from across the street.

grace ashcroft. he remembers her from his days as a college choirboy from jamaica, visiting another college in north america to perform. she enjoyed the low bass of his voice, complimented his singing.

and, now, here he was, back in america for a reunion with his choir-mates, seeing her again.

she had disappeared into an alleyway. immediately, worry had bloomed from his chest and urged him to move, walking towards her, one foot after the other, crossing the street.

maybe, adam thinks, he shouldn't have.

adam focuses on the pain. it buzzes like fire across his skin, stinging his palm, and spreading. the more he looks at it, the more it stings.

"i'm really sorry about this, grace," despite the circumstances, adam tries to remain calm, collected. "i thought you might be in danger. i guess my instincts were right."

elpiskey

her fingers paused mid-motion, the strip of clean gauze she'd torn from her pack hovering just above the vicious red welt blooming across adam's palm. the promise she'd made a moment ago hung in the delicate balance between them. she meant every word of it, even if her own pulse was hammering harder than she wanted to admit.

grace recgonized him the second their eyes truly met. that resonant voice, fit for ranks of angels, she thought. the same warm timbre that had once filled a college auditorium and wrapped her around like a warm blanket on her coldest nights.

adam francis. the heartthrob of the caribbean; jamaica's very own gift to the choir circuit, the bass that compelled half the audience feel like there might have been souls that were taking a sabbatical from heaven to bless the ears and minds on earth. she'd told him so back then and she remembered his infectious laugh. deep and easy, like it was nothing — but it wasn't nothing. it certainly helped get her by when her nerves were overworked.

she found herself in need of that now. a rueful huff of breath escaped her as grace pressed the gauze down, ensuring she doesn't let the antispetic sting more than it had to. whatever had gotten him — hook, blade, something worse — it was spreading fast. she hated how familiar the sight had become lately.

“ what're you apologizing for? ” she laughed half-heartedly. her free hand came up to rest lightly on his forearm, gripping the area just above the elbow firmly. “ not for this. not for following me. please, adam. If anything… thank you. i don't know what the fuck that was. ”

@anarkissm

#no more regrets. / threads.#anarkissm

purgirltory

Vi blinked right back, equally as confused. In her head, her metaphor had made perfect sense.

"Metaphorical shotgun? Y'know... cuz ya said ya took yer shot? I'm askin' ya t'try again...?"

In a world like this, Grace's discomfort was fair. Something Violet had already learned to live with long before disaster befell her home. The snideness of pastors and gossip of church ladies, the people who called her home trash, and thought of her as a freak even before her skin started to look grey and her eyes began to sink in. It was easier to assume others were uncomfortable. The assumption guided her. Told her what she was and was not allowed to do in front of others in order to keep them calm, to keep them thinking of her as human.

All that was out the window now. She couldn't care less if her wide eyes or biting tendencies made anyone uncomfortable. Preston was the only thing that mattered.

In a better mood, Violet may have felt more touched by Grace's outward calm, but she was distracted. Anxious. And she did note how she refused to look at her, something that worsened a subconscious sense of shame. Violet had never quite felt human. That was a privilege oft denied to strange, ugly trailer park girls by the churches that preached acceptance and the small towns that claimed to value their own. This change, though, was undeniably different. Turned her from symbol of mockery to symbol of fear. Made her isolation sharper, her loneliness marrow-deep.

"I ain't an ape'r nothin'. Not gonna bite yer face off if ya look at me, ma'am." Violet tried to keep her tone even, but a little vitriol slipped in. Alone in this world with only this woman to aid her and still, unworthy of being looked at.

The habit of breaking skin started in childhood. Leftover from her humanity, not existing in spite of it. It quelled her to feel that hot sting. A shot of sensation that would always pull her back to Earth, back to her body, back into her own stream of consciousness with enough wherewithal to pull at least a thought or two out of the running water.

Her face only fell further at Grace's response. Real and true heartbreak in the eyes, like any other would feel in this moment.

"He's my brother," Her voice cracked. She hated to cry alone, much less in front of a stranger. "Miss, I don't wanna be any trouble to ya- but he's my baby. I gotta find him."

The grander area of Creekcrest did house those nasty types that held no shame in making the ones they deemed different feel the full weight of their differences — but Haven Grove trailer park was special. People protected each other there. No solidarity like the kind that existed in little places abandoned by the grander world.

Something changed in the air, she realized. She hadn't noticed exactly when, but she felt it even before Grace reached for her. Hesitant at first, Violet flinched before gingerly moving closer, offering her shoulder in search of comfort. Touch so gentle it almost made the tears waiting in her eyes spill over.

"Preston Harding," Her answers came quickly and carefully pronounced, each syllable stressed to avoid any chance at misunderstanding. "Saw him... a bit before y'all showed up. Maybe an hour or so. We tried to stay inside but- those things- were pounding at the door, so I went t'get us both out the back. Somethin' grabbed me an' I told 'im t'run. From there... I don't remember much."

Violet softened again, however reluctant. Thought about when she'd come back down from blacking out. The first thing she saw when the miracle of second life was bestowed upon her.

"E-... Evangeline. Harding, also... but I'd like t'be called Violet, if that's alright with you, Miss Grace."

elpiskey

grace listened to the other intently, allowing the clarification sink in for a beat. the metaphorical shotgun mention finally registered like a dull click in her brain. she hadn't meant it literally, but to be a fair judge on that small matter, she supposed it had come out clinical. perhaps even detached, the way the years in the field seem to do for her when experience kicked in harder than her mouth could keep up.

a small, rueful breath slipped through her nose, as she met violet's eyes then. really met them. it was a mix of the professional scan — but not too quick where it could've been interpreted as a dismissive agent that wanted to wrap up the conversation quick — and genuine curiosity. because she started to feel some uncanniness to this situation.

the strange way the light fractured across those distinctive irises still made something primal twitch underneath her skin — piloerection again, faint but there — but grace refused to let it show. she'd seen what panic did to people on both sides of the infection line. and thank god for both their sakes and the boy she asked about this woman wasn't lunging. she was a bleeding heart and a broken voice who grace personally understood.

because it was family. family who she clung to. the only family she had left. that was enough.

there weren't people in grace's life to console her on the passing of her matter. all she remembered was the her own screams and the light that quickly depleted from her mother's eyes. she barely latched onto the hundreds of questions that could've suffocated her faster than the fire would. her mind didn't even consider the half-hearted concerns of the officers who questioned her. the desensitization around her didn't effect her as much as the lost.

but it would've helped to have a warm hand.

and that's what grace was willing to give. her hand stayed where it had been invited, her palm warm and careful against vi's shoulder. she'd hoped the contact would ground her as much as it seemed to ground the other woman; she could feel the tremor burning a marathon through sinew and bone, the way infection made everything run hotter and colder at the same time. the stage unknown. contamination markers still ticking in the back of her mind like a second heartbeat.

but the way vi had leaned in, even after flinching... that was consent... that was trust. grace smiled, accepting like the fragile gift that it was. in grief, it was difficult to establish connection. especially with a stranger who jobs makes it an obligation for them to care about you.

but grace cared. and she never thought there was such a thing of too much care. not in this field, and not as a human being.

“ hey, hey... ” she said again, softly this time, her thumb tracing one slow, absent circle like she might with emily after a nightmare. “ i hear you. preston's your baby brother. that changes everything. ” she repeated, her own voice cracking just a fraction on the last word. it might have been an incidental slip on her part, as violet might have gained some small understanding that she was in friendly proximity to someone who'd rush her way headlong into hell for people she cared about.

alyssa. emily. leon. she pushed the names down, then blinked. focus.

she gave violet's shoulder one last gentle squeeze before easing her hand back. the field pack strap was familiar under her fingers, a small anchor, but an anchor nonetheless.

“ violet harding, ” she repeated, committing the full name and the preferred one to memory. “ thank you for telling me this. and i'm not leaving you to do this byo yourself, alright? we're gonna look. together. but i need you with me every step. if you start feeling any different — dizzy, hungrier, anything — you tell me right away. don't take on more than you can handle. i'm sure preston wouldn't want his sister falling out, right? ”

grace shifted her weight, crouching a little lower so she stayed at eye level, pack creaking faintly against her back. her expression stayed calm, but her mind was already going back to the mapped routes she gone over during briefing on her way here. she gone over the timeline, the back door, the grab and the details that could mean life or something far worse.

“ tell me everything you remember about preston, and take your time okay? ” she said. “ what he looks like, what he was wearing, which way he ran if you caught even a glimpse. anything at all. we'll start there. ”

she offered the smallest, comforting smile. “ and violet? you're not trouble. neither is your brother. not to me. you guys matter. ”

#purgiritory #no more regrets. / threads.

ohisms

‪‪❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 ! ( a collection of 75+ kisses. feel free to specify the initiating muse. potentially mature content within. UPDATED 02/25 ! )

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.

pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.

a kiss shared during a game ( truth or dare, spin the bottle, etc ).

kissing your lover to show you forgive them.

a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.

an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.

lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.

kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.

a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.

a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.

a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.

a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.

biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.

heated kisses while tugging on their hair.

abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.

a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.

distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.

standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.

kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.

a kiss while being reunited after a long time.

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.

a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.

kissing your lover to take away their pain.

colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.

a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.

a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.

an abrupt , heated kiss during the middle of a fight.

a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.

an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.

kissing them to shut them up.

urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.

kissing your lover just above their waistband.

kissing your partner to seal a marriage.

pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.

a possessive kiss to stake a claim.

a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.

kissing the top of their head as you hold them.

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.

a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.

a kiss that means absolutely nothing.

kissing the swell of your lover's breast.

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.

sensual kisses down the length of their back.

kissing them to confess your true feelings.

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.

a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.

an ( accidental / mutually ) drunken kiss.

an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.

kissing your partner after they've given you head.

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.

a kiss after receiving good news.

an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.

crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.

a tentative , exploratory kiss between friends.

a kiss shared between enemies during combat.

a kiss that smears blood everywhere.

kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.

a kiss after a devastating event , meant to comfort.

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.

kisses while pulling them into your lap.

a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.

a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.

holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.

sleepy , domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.

a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.

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