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@neongalaxiie
Introduction + Masterpost
Hey y'all, I'm Neon. I like writing hero x villain prompts and snippets. All my work is free to use, but please tag me because I totally wanna see your writing :D
Important Notes:
⢠In this dusty corner of Tumblr, Villain > Hero.
⢠There will never be NSFW here.
⢠You can ask me for continuations for any of my prompts and snippets.
⢠Please ask me stuff! About my work or characters or stuff.
Masterpost under the cut!
Hello dear blogger,
Would you care for one innocent croissant?
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HA! YOU FOOL!
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YOU GOT FIVE INSTEAD OF ONE!!! EEEEEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE
-The Five Croissant Anon
AAARRRRGHFHSTIWCWJSVDJ GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FRENCH PEASANT!!
Do you have any favorite stories here on Tumblr?
Oh, boi, YES I DO.
First of all, I am so sorry this took me such a long timeâthis ask have been sitting in my inbox for weeks.
So. Here we go:
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The list needs to start with one and only @the-modern-typewriter. They are the reason I have tumblr in the first place and I love their everything. Every story they have ever written.
If you want my TOP favorites, search anything that involves vampires or scary villains.
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Now, we move to an absolute machine-of-a-writer: @jumpywhumpywriter. They have SO MANY stories that are SO GOOD. I am (unfortunately) very scatterbrained person and I have read just a few of them.
But I present to you my latest obsession: A Life in the Hands of the Enemy â story about the funniest Hero x Villain duo I have ever read (and also: Hero is forced to be Villain's living weaponâcould this get any better?)
For those who know me, adding Emaciated Villain Used as Entertainment at a Hero's Party is no surprise. There is something about the good guys having the villains in their power.
Last but not least, I would like to mention Immortal Deity Fights Mortal Human. This rubbed the right spot for meâI just love powerful figures being taken down.
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Who do we have next? @oddsconvert!
They have three active series, but I am reading (and utterly obsessed with): A Taste of Your Own Medicine. It plays with one of my favorite tropesârole reversal. So, if you interested in whumper-turned-whumpee while he's forced to share cell with his previous whumpee, THIS IS FOR YOU.
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Another favorite of mine is @befuddled-calico-whump.
Their story Wildfire gave me the best whumperflies (I LOVE Lex's mindâthe rhymes??? Gets me every time!!!) It's villain-turned-whumpee-turned-living weapon and IT'S AMAZING. Go read it.
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There was a one-shot story from @gingerly-writing that I've read years ago. Yet, from time to time, I remember it. So it definitely belongs on the list:
(It doesn't have a name, but let's call it) Supervillain and his Right Hand. I don't want to spoil the twist... but I give away this: IT GAVE ME SHIVERS.
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Writer who has many little stories, @neongalaxiie, and I have read a lot of them, came up with something absolutely hilarious.
I mean, it looked real is about jokster villain and captive hero, who is forced to endure his shenenigans.
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Another that comes to mind is @macknus.
It's while since I read this, but I still remember the story vividly: Pinned down. It's about winged whumpee and cruel whumper and it's absolutely DELICIOUS.
So, that's it, for now. It's very possible I've forgotten some (my brain isn't good with remebering things), but I hope you find some new favorite stories!
What do you like to read? If anyone has any recommendations, drop them in the comments or in my ask box!
Legit never thought i would make it on one of these lists đ Thanks OP!
Prompt (660)
"What. . .what happened to you?" The hero said.
"It's not me," the villain said. "Well. Not me from right now, anyway. I'm from the future, and-"
"Is that a wedding band?" The hero asked, zeroing in on the villain's hand.
The villain looked down at their finger sheepishly. "Uh, yeah."
"Who would ever marry you?" The hero stopped when the villain gave them a pointed look. "What?"
The villain raised an eyebrow. "Come on."
The hero's blood ran cold. "You have to be kidding me."
What's better?
A believes B is on their side, until a swift betrayal reveals them to be an enemy (served with shock and disbelief).
Example: Coco and Ernesto de la Cruz (Coco)
OR
A asks about a mystery that happened earlier, and B explains it. As they keep going and more of the pieces get out into place, A has the chilling and sudden realization that B is the villain.
Example: Woody and Stinky Pete (Toy Story 2)
hey-o, could you write something with a telepathic villain and a teenage hero who's still kinda learning the ropes? Thanks!! Also, here's a cookie đŞ
âIâll be honest, I expected the up-and-coming new Superhero to be a little more experienced than this.â
Hero swallowed nervously, teeth fidgeting anxiously with the pink flesh of their lip. The empty conference room stretched on infinitely, exit far from within reach, yet Hero still felt claustrophobic.
Superheroâs replacement, thatâs what they were supposed to be. After the legend retired, someone had to take up the mantle, and while Hero was certain theyâd wanted that role, standing face to face with Superheroâs old nemesis filled them with a grim despair that felt an awful lot like being seen for what they were: weak.
Perhaps the scariest part was the fact that Villain didnât appear threatening to them at all. They werenât stupid, Hero knew they werenât a sudden ally. But, despite knowing that logically, they couldnât read anything but pacifism from their demeanour. What else could Villain have been hiding from them that they werenât quite able to pick up on?
Villain's smile widened, simultaneously genuine and emitting an uneasy sense of trickery. Hero couldn't get a read on them, and they knew how their shifting, uncertain eyes revealed that to their newfound nemesis. If they could even call Villain a nemesis, really. The word implies a sense of equality between the pair that was simply non-existent. The idea that Hero, two weeks into their new job, could take on the Villain was laughable.
"You can stop squirming, kid. I'm not here to kill you, or anything."
"You say that, but it isn't like I have any idea if you're lying or not. You aren't exactly the sincere type," Hero remarked back, despising how their words wobbled in spite of the confident, cocky persona they had tried to mimic from their predecessor.
"Do you have any idea how many rookie heroes your agency has running about these days? If I found any entertainment in picking you all off like worms lined up in a row, there'd be far less, trust me."
The superhero gulped, uncomfortable at just how apt the metaphor was. Villain was nothing if not a bird of prey, sleek and utterly composed with a sheer aura of fierceness. One singular movement from them would be excessive in order to kill Hero, they'd simply have to think it true and in a swift blow, they'd be dead.
"Besides," they continued, hands resting on the minimalistic table that they'd picked to lean casually against. "It's not a fair - or even fun - fight if they just send you straight to me."
Hero paused, fear clasping at their throat, causing it to tighten rapidly. What the hell did they mean, send you straight to me? This was a missing persons case, the third job they'd ever been on. Villain, as a matter of fact, did not deal with missing persons. Neither Hero nor the agency would have been expecting them to show up here, how could this have been intentional?
"God, your face is priceless. I don't think I've ever seen someone encapsulate the whole 'deer in headlights' vibe so perfectly. You know, if heroism doesn't work out for you, there's always the acting industry," Villain chuckled, mostly to themself, as they were aware that the hero was far too terrified to properly ingest what the criminal was saying.
In the absence of a response, Villain kept going. "Of course they sent you straight to me. You think they aren't going to be testing out their brand new product before the grand release?"
The grand release. The way Villain spoke about them made Hero feel utterly sick, as though they were an item: easily discarded. They presumed that what Villain was referring to was their debut as an official superhero to the media, which hadn't quite happened yet. A scheduling problem, according to their handler, which meant their first few missions would have to happen before any press could speak to them. Not a problem, they had thought. They were ecstatic to get going.
Hero opened their mouth to speak. They wanted to protest, and defend the agency's name. Why would they send a rookie out to die? It wasn't like they could be expecting Hero to defeat them, not even Superhero could. This would have been a waste of an agent, they had no reason to do this. Any words that pleaded to come out of their throat instead sounded a lot like horrified silence.
They were petrified.
"Wow, you still don't get it? You're making me feel bad just for talking to you, kid. Let me put it this way: if you go out there, onto the streets, claiming to be the second coming of Superhero, only to die insignificantly and pathetically, the agency are going to look ridiculous. If you can't fend me off, then you wouldn't have made a good Superhero anyways."
"You're saying this is a test?" Hero finally managed to choke out, incredulous. They had no reason to believe this criminal, who was clearly trying to get underneath their skin. Yet, their confidence almost had them swayed; was this really just a test?
"Of course! But, not to worry, I have a little proposition for you that I think you'll like the sound of." Villain's eyes glinted as the sunlight hit them through the gap in the curtains. They looked ready to swoop.
"Go on," Hero hesitated.
"Option one: you tell me to kill you. Pretty simple, I don't think I have to spell it out to you. Option two: you go back to the agency. Tell them I showed up, but not to worry, you chased me off and stole the documents I had on me. They'll sing your praises, and within a few days you'll be anointed the new Superhero."
Villain nonchalantly pushed themself off of the table, and now that they were stood completely upright, Hero couldnât help but feel intimidated by just how tall they were. A terrifying reminder that the person they were facing wasnât some wannabe teenager like they were. This was a fully fledged criminal mastermind who could, or more accurately, would, crush them if they made one wrong move.
âSo, Hero, what will it be? Do you want to die?â
The question was almost mockingly simple, as though it had to be explained in its barest form to the rookie that stood before them. Though, in all fairness, Hero reckoned that the dumbfounded stare that had washed itself over their face didnât help their crumbling facade stay strong.
âI donât want to die.â It sounded less like a decision and more like a confession coming from Heroâs uncertain demeanour and breaking vocals. They were so filled with dread and trepidation that they hardly had time to mull with self-hatred over just how weak they sounded right now. Pleading for a supervillain to at least pretend they won.
Villain stood blankfaced for a beat, expression undiscernable. Then, one moment later, they clutched a hand to their chest and visably held back amusement from their look, lest it ruin the role they had decided to play.
âOh great heavens above, it appears I have been defeated,â Villain lied, voice not particularly convincing but lacking any indication that they werenât having fun messing with the hero. âCurse you hero agency, for sending such a valiant foe to bring me to my metaphorical knees. I truly did not stand a chance!â
Hero was about to interrupt, a sudden burst of courage finding them, when Villainâs eyes shifted, an instant yet not unexpected look of madness glistening in their reflection.
âI guess this means Iâll have to be back to regain my glory. Keep one eye open for me, will you Hero?â
Without warning, the glass panes that surrounded shattered spontaneously, shards hurling through the air as though they too were surprised at how unexpectedly they had broken. Instinctively, Hero raised an arm to protect their face from the fragments, fearful that the telekinetic genius in front of them was about to unleash an arsenal of sharp glass debris at their beck and call.
However, when they looked up, Villain was nowhere to be found. Vanished as masterfully as they had first arrived like a falcon giving chase to an unaware rodent. In their place was a fluttering of documents that hit the ground as unflatteringly as Hero felt inside. Documents on the missing persons case, Hero could surmise. They had, promised that after all.
Dread was not a sufficient word to describe the way Heroâs stomach twisted itself into knots as thought it was squirming to leave the place that had been tainted with the memory of Villain. If they were about to be celebrated as Superheroâs equal, then they were about to find themself in more shit than they had previouslt thought possible.
i love how weird kids are. they make up the most bizarre stuff when left to their own devices and it's never what an adult would naively predict a kid would do in their imaginative play
my friend's 5 year old recently got a toy veterinary medicine set - it's super cool, like one of those mini play kitchens a lot of kids have, but it's set up to pretend to be a vet (it's this thing) - it has stuffed animals and things to weigh them, give them medicine, take x-rays, write on their charts, etc.
so this kid, who is five and to my knowledge has no experience in the administrative bureaucracy of modern healthcare, puts a stuffed pig named Piggy on the exam table. she pretends to draw blood from Piggy using a fake syringe, and the blood goes into a toy test tube vial that she calls "the resulter"
i'm playing with her, right, so i'm like, awesome, what are the results of Piggy's blood test? and she says "we have to send it to the scientists." so we send the vial to the scientists (put it in her bedroom) and when we get back to the vet playset i'm like awesome what did the scientists say? and she says they have not gotten back to us yet
so she rolls her eyes, exasperated, and says we have to call the scientists. she pretends to call them. apparently, they tell her that Piggy's blood test is "at the bottom of the list" and "we have to WAIT." she frowns. we wait a bit longer and call them back. they tell us it will be a while! she says we should go ask the scientists in person so we go back to her bedroom and she inquires at this imaginary lab, at which point the scientists yell at her and tell her now they will make us wait even longer!
keep in mind she is 100% directing this play. she is making all this up. she is fully in control of this game, and she has decided that what we are going to pretend is that we are dealing with this exhausting nonsense, not actually treating Piggy.
finally the blood tests come back. they are inconclusive. the scientists do not know what is wrong with Piggy. the little girl walks back to the stuffed pig on the exam table, sighs deeply, and says in a very serious voice "we can never help you."
i'm obsessed with this kid. when given complete control over a make believe scenario, instead of becoming the heroic rescuer administering effective cures, she is instead a beleaguered vet making multiple calls to an overworked lab only to be left unable to help her patient.
10/10 no notes. kids are amazing
I used to watch a toddler and this one time she decided that my arm stretched across a doorway was a magic portal to other lands. My arm was a boom gate type of thing that had to raise up to let her go through the portal. I was like, cool, we're gonna go on adventures in some imaginary world full of stuff she likes.
Nope, she spent an hour troubleshooting and repairing the gate, which was broken in multiple ways. We never activated it.
ik these are "true stories" and all, but uts resources like these that remind me of my smart characters
How Fights Actually Feel
ŕź that awkward shuffle before the first punch, where both fighters are waiting for the other to move first, and it looks like bad dancing.
༠the first hit hurts both of them... knuckles split, ribs bruise, and nobody looks cool.
ŕź someone tries to say a badass line mid-swing and it comes out as a grunt. intimidation ruined.
ŕź the sting of sweat in your eyes when you least need it.
ŕź missing a punch so badly you almost knock yourself off balance.
ŕź that sharp gasp when someone actually connects with your nose. instant tears. instant rage.
ŕź ugly sounds: wheezing, choking, gagging, a squeaky âoof.â itâs never cinematic.
ŕź realizing halfway through that youâre more tired than you thought. your arms feel like bricks but the fight isnât over.
ŕź hair-pulling. shirt-grabbing. someoneâs jacket becomes a chokehold tool.
ŕź the raw panic when you hit harder than you meant to and wonder if you went too far.
ŕź improvised weapons: a broken bottle, a rock, a chair, hell, even a shoe. survival invents fast.
ŕź someone slips on gravel or their own blood. comedy in the middle of chaos.
༠headbutts hurt both people.
ŕź that terrifying half-second of silence when someone doesnât get back up right away.
ŕź biting. spitting. scratching. fights are dirtier than anyone admits.
ŕź the crowd (if there is one) gasping louder than the fighters themselves.
ŕź your lungs burn, your hands shake, and you realize adrenaline tastes like metal in your mouth.
ŕź punches that land on bone make an awful sound, dull, wet, final.
ŕź the aftermath: shaking so hard you canât light a cigarette, tie your shoes, or even text straight.
ŕź bruises blooming in real time, like ugly little flowers.
ŕź the shame or thrill when itâs over, because winning doesnât always feel like winning.
Story prompt:
You have a superpower that keeps you safe: whenever you are in danger, time freezes.
You could be asleep, or in the middle of a conversation, or watching a movie. Time would stop and give you a chance to leave the area, and as soon as you were out of danger, time would immediately start up again
You walk in front of a bus and time stops until you exit its path. Someone tries to mug you, but suddenly you're gone; down the street and around the corner, so even when he turns around he can't see you, and therefore can't come after you.
One day you're watching tv at home and everything freezes. You look around, but you're alone. You get up and walk out of your apartment - the unnatural quiet, and the immobile dust motes suspended in the shaft of light from the window at the end of the hall tells you the danger still has not passed. You leave the building and the city is motionless. You walk down the street, then you go a few blocks, and before you know it you've traversed several neighborhoods, but nothing changes
After what feels like hours of walking, time still hasn't resumed, which means the danger still hasn't passed
So what the hell is going on??
A few days ago, when I was at working at the cafe, I spotted a pillar of smoke out through the window out of the corner of my eye. Oh, I thought, it's probably just the firefighters doing some controlled burning again, but I decided to turn my head anyway. It wasn't a deliberate fire, at least, I don't think. But a van had semi-crashed in the carpark, away from other cars, thank goodness, and flames erupted out of the windows of the front seat.
The sight captivated the attention of all my co-workers, myself included, as well as some of the customers. Several explosions overtook the vehicle, and the fire spread to the untouched parts of it as well as some nearby grass, which was quickly extinguished by the centre management, who had come out to investigate.
I tried to ignore what was happening outside and go back to work. Coffees had to be made, and all the fire, not to mention my very unhelpful brain, gave me anxiety.
By the time the firefighters had come, perhaps 15 minutes, the entire van had been burnt to a crisp, and I just thought, what if that had been my car? Or imagine you're living the van life (which I thought a spectacular notion, by the way) and this happened? You'd no longer have a home, and it could be accidental, occurring to anyone, at any time, in any place.
Of course, insurance exists, but what if that hadn't mattered? What if the issue was not the van, which could be replaced, but the things in the van that could not? Say you had your original art, memories of deceased loved ones, or tons of your own useful inventions you could never leave home without. Insurance can't help you with those, can't replace them. No sum of money can serve as compensation for the amount of time and labor and, most of all, soul. Because once you put your soul into something, it becomes priceless to you, and you can't let it go.
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Anyway, I just thought that last bit would've made a great narrative for a story. Just saying.
Ideas for editing your story--to make it MORE INTENSE
(giving myself away here)
Give your characters dialects--it's ok to copy real-world speech patterns
Have your characters interact with the scene props (like kicking back their chair as they stand up from the table)
Check the pacing. How do you like your chapters laid out? (Ex. I always do three scenes: establishing the problem, whumpity whump, and processing + cliffhanger.)
Use visceral wording by describing how someone did something and suggesting the effect of their actions. Ex. "She sat down" -> "she thumped into the creaking chair with a scowl." (This way it advances the emotional plot!!)
Tell the story in the way your POV character would word it.
Emotional plot > physical plot! Stories are about feelings! (Yes, your protagonist got beaten up and escaped but. They got beaten up to protect their sister and they escaped by betraying her! More angstđ)
Turn words into pictures. "He felt sad" -> "he buried his face in his hands. He'd lost before he even started."
The amazing thing is that I already do this in my writing and all I need to do now is just write
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
to Bilbo and Frodo Baggins!! Just for, you know, it to be written down, the Hobbit came out in uuuhh *does quick research* 1937 which was *counts fingers* 88 YEARS AGO which is hmm yes, very crazy. Happy Hobbit Day everyone.
"Your name is--" the bouncer brought the clipboard up to his face, squinting at the name. "Varnish?"
Villain growled, crossing their arms. "It's Vanish, you dimwit."
"Oh," the bouncer said with a chuckle. "That's a really terrible name."
"I'll give you a terrible name if you don't hurry it up."
The bouncer's eyes flicked to the ground, contemplating the seriousness of the threat, shrugged, and unhooked the rope barrier, waving a hand for Villain to pass through. "Right this way, Varnish."
âLife at H.I.V.E. may have its attractions after all, Otto thought. Friends, as they say, may come and go, but high-powered laser weapons are forever.âÂ
â Mark Walden, Higher Institute of Villainous Education, H.I.V.E Series
Forgotten Childhood Books -> 8/??
snippet #13
For the past week, when Hero had been on patrol, they had felt a strange sensation. It was difficult to describe, so they hadnât mentioned it to their team. But regardless, every night they were alone in the dark city, they couldnât shake the idea that someone was watching them. Tonight, it started only fifteen minutes into their shift. Hero tried not to constantly check behind them as they checked each street corner and alleyway, but it was hard to ignore the pricking on the back of their neck that just wouldnât go away. They picked up their pace, hoping to find something to take care of and take their mind off of it.Â
Despite their hopes, the night remained quiet and uneventful. After Supervillainâs last attack, the city enacted a curfew that hardly anyone was reckless enough to disobey. And with everyoneâs curtains and blinds pulled low, Hero hadnât even seen another person for the last hour. Even so, goosebumps lined their skin beneath the sleeves of their padded combat jacket. They shivered, stopping to run a hand through their hair and take a deep breath.
âFocus,â they whispered to themself. Nothing was wrong. There wasnât anybody here besides them. Why would there be? It was just that Hero was used to patrolling with a partner, and now the Agency had split up the team to cover more ground. That was why they were uncomfortable. But they could handle this. It wasnât like it was difficult to just walk around the city for a few hours. It was peaceful, even. Absolutely nothing to worry about.Â
Still⌠no matter how much Hero tried to convince themself it was nothing, they couldnât shake the feeling that hidden eyes were boring into the back of their head. They shook their head, chiding themself for their ridiculousness. Maybe they just had to prove it. They unzipped and removed their jacket, folding it neatly and placing it at the base of the nearest light pole. The night breeze brushed over their black t-shirt, cool against their bare arms. Hero rolled their shoulders back and forth, leaned on one booted foot and then the other, and looked up at the building in front of them. This part of the city was more industrial, with apartment complexes sitting closely beside offices, banks, and a few manufacturing facilities. As such, it was the perfect setting for losing any potential âtrail,â even if Hero knew that one didnât exist.Â
Without a moment of hesitation, Hero leapt into action, beginning to scale the building with uncanny grace. They easily found niches for their feet and hands, tiny spaces in the brick that they used to propel themself upward. In only a couple of seconds, they had made it past the first story. Soon after, they reached the top. Once there, they took a running start, launching themself onto the next roof and landing casually on one foot.Â
They repeated this across an entire block, using long strides to increase efficiency and passing over the alleyways effortlessly. As soon as they reached a taller area, they jumped over the gap and onto a narrow windowsill. From there, they again climbed up the wall, never close to losing their footing even as the wind tossed their hair into their eyes. It was a well-known fact among their team and a point of pride that Hero had scaled buildings blindfolded. Sometimes, Sidekick or Rogue would beg them to âdo something coolâ like that when out on assignment. It helped encourage new recruits to pay attention in the parkour lessons Hero taught when most of them just wanted to learn how to punch people in the solar plexus.Â
Up in the air, it was easier for Hero to clear away their anxiety and hone in on their body and the feeling of brick and metal on their fingertips. They breathed in and out, in and out, pulling themself higher and higher. It felt like flying, as Hero barely touched each spot on the wall before moving on to the next. This was always when they felt the most free, away from everyone and everything. All their responsibilities, the weight that lay heavy on their shoulders. It went away the minute they began the climb, and Hero couldnât get enough of it. They felt it as they pushed up onto the roof of the tallest building in the section, a laugh escaping their throat in a single moment of pure happiness. They had barely even broken a sweat, their body shaped and toned specifically for this purpose to the point where they were practically a machine.Â
They stepped out to the edge of the roof, gazing out at the city. They hadnât realized how pretty it looked tonight. Soft lights glowed in a few complexes and from the poles that lined each road. Stars shone from the blue-black sky, the moon a perfect sliver among them. Hero brushed their hair out of their face, finger-combing through the tangles. The breeze was softer now, and they were glad they had ditched their jacket. They stood in silence for a minute, allowing a smile to play across their lips. Of course, there hadnât been any reason to be paranoid. No one was following them. No one could. They were Hero, one of the cityâs beloved protectors. Who would waste their time tailing them? What would even be the point?
A sudden prickle on their neck gave them pause. They knew there wasnât anything there. Maybe they just needed a break. Theyâd talk to Superhero about cutting down a bit on patrol hours. Surely they could help with the Supervillain case, or track down some lower-level criminals. There was nothing to worry about. Hero breathed in slowly and closed their eyes.Â
âWell, that was exciting,â said a voice behind them. âThanks for spicing things up. I was starting to think you were going to be boring.âÂ
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