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lavender-butterscotch · 2 years

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Characters that I headcanon as autistic because I see them as such.

The Janitor from Willys Wonderland

Shawn Spencer from Psych

Carlton Lassiter from Psych

Saiki from Saiki K.

Jay from Marble Hornets

Brian from Marble Hornets

Alex Kralie from Marble Hornets

Grelle Sutcliffe from Black Butler

Ciel Phantomhive from Black Butler

Rainbow Dash from MLP

Limestone Pie from MLP

Celestia from MLP

Thistle Whistle from MLP (g3)

Sky Wishes from MLP (g3)

Star Catcher from MLP (g3)

Pinkie Pie from MLP (g3/g4)

Minty from MLP (g3)

Starsong from MLP (g3)

Tobias from the Animorphs

Marco from the Animorphs

Rachel from the Animorphs

Everyone from Bones

JD from Scrubs

Dr. Cox from Scrubs

Dean Winchester from Supernatural

The 10th Doctor from Doctor Who

Amy Pond from Doctor Who

Donna Noble from Doctor Who

Martha Jones from Doctor Who

Gus Porter from The Owl House

King from The Owl House

Hannibal Lector from Hannibal

Will Graham from Hannibal

Everyone from Scream MTV

Billy Loomis from Scream

Stu Macher from Scream

Micheal Myers from Halloween

Every side (plus c!Thomas) from Sanders Sides

Sonic the Hedgehog from Sonic

Knuckles from Sonic

Amy Rose from Sonic

Silver the Hedgehog from Sonic

Zane from Ninjago

Zane's father from Ninjago

Lord Garmadon from Ninjago

Kai from Ninjago

Jay from Ninjago

Lloyd Garmadon from Ninjago (movie and TV show)

Cole from Ninjago (movie)

The Farmer from Stardew Valley

Shane from Stardew Valley

Emily from Stardew Valley

Gus from Stardew Valley

Morris from Stardew Valley

Jeff the Killer from Creepypasta

Doby Dodgers from Creepypasta

The Unsightly Jester from Creepypasta

Bad Luck Briar from Creepypasta

Eyeless Jack from Creepypasta

Hobo Heart from Creepypasta

Zero from Creepypasta

Judge Angels from Creepypasta

Sally from Creepypasta

Wilford Warfstache from WKM?

Abe from WKM

Celine from WKM?

Damien from WKM?

Yancy from AHWM

Engineer Mark from ISWM

The Host from Markiplier TV

King of Squirrels from Markiplier

Lionblaze from Warriors

Leafstar from Warriors

Harestar from Warriors

Squirrelflight from Warriors

Jake from Warriors

Scrouge from Warriors

Tallstar from Warriors

Greystripe from Warriors

Firestar from Warriors

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rj0186 · 9 months

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Hello there! Welcome to the circus I call my Tumblr account where I mostly post Aesthetic Collages of my favorite characters!

Here is a masterlist of all the Aesthetic Collages I've done/ones I hope to do in the future.

The list isn't complete and will be added too!

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Henry Stein

Demon!Henry Stein

Sammy Lawrence

Norman Polk

Wally Franks

Joey Drew

Allison Pendle

Susie Campbell

Shawn Flynn

Bendy

Boris

Audrey Drew

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Hawkeye

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Netflix!Daredevil

Ultimate Spider-Man

Spider-Man

Iron Fist

Nova

White Tiger

Power Man

The Lizard

My Hero Academia

Shota Aizawa

Tamaki Amajiki

Present Mic

All Might

Izuku Midoriya

Tenya Iida

Fatgum

Hitoshi Shinsou

Sir Nighteye

Twice

Kurogiri

Shoto Todoroki

Ninjago

Kai

Jay

Zane

Cole

Lloyd

Nya

Sensei Wu

Sensei Garmadon

Pixel

Undertale

Papyrus

Sans

Frisk

Star Trek (TOS)

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

MCU (Markiplier Connected Universe)

Damien

Actor!Mark

Wilford Warfstache

Abe

Celine

The D.A.

Yancy

Heist!Mark

Engineer!Mark

Engineer!Mark 2

The Captain

Darkiplier

Unus

Annus

Unus & Annus

A Heist With Markiplier (canon ending)

Red Robin

Red Hood

Robin (Damien Wayne)

Batman

Young Justice:

Robin (Dick Grayson)

Wally West

Superboy

Red Arrow

Artemis

Blue Beetle

Nightwing

Arrowverse:

The Flash

Cisco Ramon

Caitlin Snow

Harrison Wells

Barry Allen

Reverse Flash

Green Arrow

Oliver Queen

Felicity Smoak

John Diggle

Roy Harper

Rip Hunter

Sara Lance

Gideon

Nate Heywood

Ray Palmer

Mick Rory

Martin Stein

Jefferson Jackson

Firestorm

Five Nights At Freddy's

Movie!Mike

Michael Afton

William Afton

C.C.

Elizabeth Afton

Henry Emily

Charlie Emily

Freddy Fazbear

Bonnie

Chica

Foxy

Withered Bonnie

Golden Freddy

The Puppet

Five Nights At Freddy's (The Movie)

Stardew Valley

Sebastian

Harvey

Shane

The Farmer

Willy

Resident Evil 4 (Remake)

Leon Kennedy

Luis Serra

Ashley Graham

Disney

Descendants

Carlos

Mal

Jay

Evie

Harry

Uma

Gil

Ben

Jane

Doug

Youtubers/Others

8-BitRyan

Dawko

Thinknoodles

Lixian

Star-Going-Supernova

Other Egos

Dawktrap

Antisepticeye

Star Wars

The Mandalorian

Miscellaneous

Phone Lock Screen

Merlin

Arthur

Gwaine

Lancelot

Gwen

Morgana

Leon

Elyan

Percival

Spy x Family

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

Anya Forger

Lord Of The Rings

Frodo

Sam

Merry

Pipin

Aragon

Legolas

Gandalf

Percy Jackson/Kane Chronicles

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Nico Di Angelo

Carter Kane

Sadie Kane

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emptynarration · 3 years

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KNOCK OFF WILFORD LET’S G OOOOOO

He’s still a chaotic bastard but dressing way more gnc because fuck people, he ROCKS skirts and crop-tops and heels

His name is Willy and yes he says he’s Willy Wonker (even tho that’s not really his last name)

I absolutely love his hair it’s so,,,, somft,,, úwù

2nd pic Base by https://www.deviantart.com/nextlvl-adopts

Knock-Off Host Knock-Off Author Knock-Off Dark

#markiplier #Wilford Warfstache #admin art #my ocs #oc willy #knock off egos

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moonlightonroses · 5 years

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Mark durring the stream

Bonus:

@markiplier

#meme #markiplier #wkm damien #wkm #wkm actor mark #wkm celine #wilford warfstache #detective #abe wkm #darkiplier #willy wonka #oopa loopas

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theangelofangst · 5 years

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The Odd Creation of Lil’ Warfstache

Based on and inspired by @anothertelepath’s post I decided to write this because it was just too darn cute and adorable not too

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Damien starred at the pink flower for a seconds, it was so odd to see thing so alive in a place so cold and lifeless. “Huh? Well you don’t die easily, do you?” Because it was true, how could something so small, survive such a harsh winter? Regardless, it gave Damien some kind of hope, hope that winter would be over soon and that he and Celine could finally leave this place.

A single tree branch creaked within the breeze of the harsh freezing winds. Then to Damien’s amazement, a voice cut through his surroundings, “Well, why’d the music stop?”

Looking around, he could help but utter out of instinct, “Hello?”

Then another voiced bellowed out, louder then the rushing wind, “You killed people! So many people!”

None of this made any sense, “Who’s there?” He called out, hoping for an answer, wanting an answer because the thought of someone else in these words besides himself and his sister was a delightful thought to Damien. “Hello?” He asked again, as he took a small step forward and when he got no reply, when everything was just silence, Damien simply shrugged his shoulders and sighed a little saddened. “Huh, alright.”

Then he repositioned himself to cut yet another tree down, raising his axe he drew it back to strike—

Only to stop short once he heard a noise. It was small, barely there as the wind picked up again, almost drowning it out. But Damien heard it, and it sounded as though it was a sneeze, one that came from a small door mouse. Confused as well as curious, Damien looked around. How could a mouse have survive such a harsh cold? The poor thing would have likely died by now, or at the very least have been desperately searching for warmth.

Searching the snow covered ground, Damien strained his ears to try and listen again. Then not a few moments later, he heard a small cough, not only that, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the flower he once admired for staying alive was now... moving?

Had the mouse actually somehow managed to find some type of safe heaven underneath the flower?

Walking over, Damien gently reached his hand, grasped the flower and moved it slightly, only to be greeted with— not a mouse as he had expected. But a person— no a small man no bigger then about four inches laying underneath one of the flowers pedals. At first he thought he had simply imagined it, that maybe the cold was finally getting to him and causing him to hallucinate, but pulling the pedal back he realized that he had been correct.

Laying under that small pink tower was an even smaller man, wearing a pink silk shirt, yellow pants and— was that an Afro?

What exactly was going on? And why did he feel a strange sense of deja fu when he looked at this small human?

Damien watched as the person slowly sat up and looked around, for a moment before, simply shrugging and laying back down, proceeding to make a snow angel.

“Um, hello there?” He said softly, not wanting to scare the small person away.

The man, then looked up, his small eyes finding Damien’s and then the two looked at each other for a moment or two, before the person let out a cheer, leaped to his feet as practically jumped at him, clinging to the leg of Damien’s pants.

Despite how confused he felt, Damien couldn’t help but laugh. “Hello there, friend.” He greeted with a kind smile, as he gently placed his hand underneath the tiny man’s feet, giving him a place to sit, should he want too. “Pardon me for being rude, but could you care to tell me how you got here and why on earth you are so small?” He inquired softly, as he brought his hand closer to him so they were face to face.

The man looked down at himself, he wiggles his hands and feet, his eyebrow furrowed in wonder, but merely shrugged and shook his head. “Don’t know, huh?” Well that certainly didn’t help much, “How about your name?”

The name grinned and gave him a tiny thumbs up, and proceeded to write letters ‘W. I. L. F. O. R. D’ on the palm of Damien’s hand.

“Wilford, huh?” He smiled at the name, because it just seemed to fit. Gently, he raised a finger. “Well. Wilford, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Damien.” He watched Wilford grin happily, taking his small hands and shaking them with Damien’s index finger, as though the small man already knew who Damien was.

Then Wilford let out another tiny sneeze, his body visibly shivering. The winds were becoming more and more dreadful by the minute, he had to get back to Celine with the firewood he collected but... he couldn’t just leave his new friend here, alone and cold.

Standing up, making extra sure Wilford didn’t fall from his hand. Damien smiled once more. “Well, my friend. I may not know how you got this way, or what is even going on. But I know that it’s getting awful out here in the cold, and I must be going back home, but you are most welcome come along with me?”

Wilford nodded without a moment of hesitation. He then ran along side Damien’s arm and opened up the chest pocket he had on his winter coat and climbed inside. Damien could help but smile, it was like looking at a child. “Comfy, my friend?”

A tiny hand came up from the opening of his pocket and gave him a thumbs up, as a response.

Damien let out a chuckle, then began to make his way back home. Tugging along the sledged filled with wood, in his wake.

And when he finally did get back home. He opened the door as he always did and slammed it shit, and once greeted with Celine’s usual “Don’t slam the door, Damien.”

Promptly, he ignored his sister’s annoyance and shrugged his jacket off his shoulder and gently gave it to her, then proceeded to place some of the firewood in the already dimly lite fire. “Yeah, sure. Whatever, listen. Celine, I heard... a voice today.”

Out of his peripherals he saw Celine’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I heard a voice, as clear as I’m hearing you.” He repeated, more firmly then before. “I should have followed the voice but it trailed off and then—“ Damien paused and pointed to the pocket on his coat. “Then he showed up.”

Celine blinked, “He?”

Damien nodded, using the fire poker to move the wood in different places. “Mhm, just look for yourself, just be careful though. Wilford might be asleep.” He stated and then turned his back to his sister.

Celine, is though confused at her brother’s crypticness decided to indulge him. Opening the pocket, she looked inside and not a second later, a small head popped out of the opening zipper. It was a man, a very small man, and what’s more, what made Celine’s eyes widen in shock that much more, was because this was William.

William, her love.

The very man she ran away with, the man she had an affair with on Mark, who treated her and loved her more then Mark ever did. Here he was, no small then at least 4 inches. Wearing a pink Afro like wig, a pink shirt, and yellow pants, his mustache also —which had once been black— now had the tips of the edge a light pink hue to it.

The moment Will saw her, his eyes lite up with utter delight while simultaneously become nervous, as he tucked himself inside the jacket for safety.

Ah, he must think that I’m angry at him. She thought to herself, she smiled, and laid out her palm. “It’s good to see you, Will. I’ve missed you.” She whispered, making sure her voice was low enough so her brother wouldn’t hear her.

Within seconds, William scrambled out of the pocket, he clung to her hand and hugged her wrist. Placing small kisses on her palm. She smiled, finding it just as charming now like she had back then. Even if this version of her William was small and just different overall. Celine then brought Will closer to her face and the tiny man, stood up on his feet to place a peck against her lip, then he leaned his forehead up against hers, and they remained there, content.

“Will.” She whispered, looking him in the eyes, “Not that I’m not happy to see you but...” Celine then gazed at her brother in worry. “What are you doing here and why are you so small?” William shrugged his shoulders, seeming to be just as out of loss as she was. “Okay, new question. Do you have any idea what you could be doing by even being here?”

William, then gazed at her and then at Damien, who wants still tending to the fire and gave her a look of sadness and accusation, then softly he wrote on her palm, ‘Why are you keeping him trapped here? Why doesn’t he remember?’

So he knew about that? But didn’t know why he was no small an arrow head? “I have no choice if I don’t then Mark will get to him, but it seems with you here, he must likely already know. Plus, staying here means that he lives.”

Will looked up at her, worriedly. ‘You can’t keep this up, my dearest.’

Celine smiled, and gently pulled the wig from William’s head. “Will, for our brother, I have to.” She then stood up from the table, with William still protectively seated in her hand. “Now I’ll be back soon, take care of Damien, okay?”

Will gave her one last worried look, before smiling and nodding. Walking over she grabbed the rifle hanging above the fireplace “Will and I were talking and we both have agreed that you need to sleep.”

Wilford, was now perched up on Celine’s shoulder, carefully balanced himself down her arm, stopping at the tips of her fingers, before making a flying leap and cling to Damien’s arm before climbing up on to the man’s shoulder, giving his friend a nod. Damien chuckled at him, turning back to his sister. “But what about you? Aren’t you tired? You’re always awake by the time I get back.”

Celine smiled, “I’m not a growing boy like you, little brother.”

“Oh please you’re older by ten minutes.” Beside him he heard Wilford snicker at the two of them. Damien turned to his new friend, whom he was already fond of quite quickly. “Something you like to say, friend? Cause I’m sure I’m older then you by a few years, given your height.”

As they laughed together, Celine couldn’t help but see the ghosts of the past. Of a much taller looking William and a much cleaner looking Damien, laughing and joking around. As surrogate brothers tend to do, maybe one day they could all be like that again, someday.

“Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself. You just focus on getting some sleep.” She announced, walking over to the door and opening it. “I’ll be back soon.”

Then she slammed the door behind her, and locking it for good measure.

“Don’t slam the door.” Damien found himself murmuring, mimicking his sister’s own words back to her even though she was no longer there. “She always needs to be right about everything.” Damien turned to Wilford, who had hopped down from his shoulder and was now poking at the fire embers with a dagger from his pocket. “Sometimes I’m right, sometimes I know things.” Damien continued as he gazed at the fire, his mind becoming lost within the flames.

Then he was jolted out of his trance by Wilford who tapped him on the hand to get his attention. “Hm? Yes?” He murmured, shaking his head and looking down. Then of all the strange things to happen next, Wilford started dancing. His movement were moves Damien had never seen before and all he could do was sit there and watch Wilford joyously go through the motions.

Then as soon as it started, it stopped just as fast with a Wilford ending the dance with one final spin combined with a bow. Laughter erupted from Damien before he could stop himself. He could hardly breathe, his lungs even hurt.

Soon though, when his laughter died down into scoffs he opened his eyes and saw Wilford looking ever so proud of himself that he was able to make Damien laugh. “Now aren’t you proud of yourself, huh Will?”

Abruptly, Damien was hit with that strangest feeling. Why did this suddenly feel so familiar, it was that feeling of deja vu again. “Thank you for trying to cheer me up, my friend.”

Will grinned up at him and let out a loud but small. “Hah!” of laughter.

It was then that Damien realized how tired he was, that laughing for must have really taken a toll on him if he was feeling this exhausted. Or maybe it was an combined force of his daily activity finally getting the best of him. “Time for bed, I’d say, huh? Will?” He asked, lowering his hand to the floor for Wilford to climb on, as he stood up himself. “Celine should be back before we wake up.” Damien stopped short when he realized, where was Will going to sleep at?

But before he could even begin to voice his concern. Wilford merely jumped from his hand onto the bed post along his bed frame and made himself comfortable.

Well... that took care of that, Damien blinked in surprise, it was as though his little friend read his mind. Letting out a yawn that came from no where, Damien climb into bed, “G’night, Will.” He said, his eyes already closed and falling fast. Faintly, he felt Wilford pat his temple in response.

Then Damien fell into a dreamless sleep.

But not Wilford, no little Will swung his legs over the bed post and drew his pistol and dagger. Looking around he had them both aimed in all directions, making sure that whatever Mark was doing out there he wouldn’t get to Damien like he had before, no sir, never again. Like had Celine told him, four inches tall or not.

He’d protect Damien.

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prinxejeanne · 2 years

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I will now be calling Wilford Motherlovin’ Warfstache ‘Uncle WIlly’ and I will not be taking questions.

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk.

#iswm #wkm #wilford warfstache #markiplier

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elara-arche · 3 years

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wilford motherloving warfstache and william shakespeare are the same person.

proof?

willy shakes

#wilfordmotherlovingwarfstache #he dances #markiplier #markipliertag2 #also both are extremely bi #tell me wilford wouldn't not object to being called willy shakes

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hoeiplier · 4 years

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Six words; Detective Abe. Is. A. Power. Bottom. (Please I’m begging you to write something about him ;-;)

Wilford was a mess when he looked like this. Hair plastered to his face, lips red from being bitten and teased, red marks littering his neck and chest that Abe knows is going to look wonderful when they turn into a wonderful purple to match the man’s famous pink look.

His arms were handcuffed behind his back, but they both knew that didn’t matter. What mattered was the intention, and the threats Abe had laid into him when he’d first cuffed him on the bed in the dirty cell he used for detaining people.

“God, look at you. The great Wilford Warfstache all at my mercy.” Abe rolled a nipple between his fingers, smirking as the other squirmed underneath him, attempting to buck his hips up into Abe to get him to move.

Every thrust earned him a scolding in the form of Abe leaving another harsh mark on his body, the countless ones littering tanned skin showing how much more time Abe had been teasing him instead of riding him.

“Abe...old friend...Please, can’t you see I’m a little desperate?” Wilford tried to play it off, attempting to give an easy smile, but it came off more strained.

“That’s why you keep squirming and ignoring my orders, right?” Wilford didn’t even look ashamed at that, giving an apologetic smile.

“I can’t help it when your ass feels so heavenly.” He grinned and couldn’t help himself as his eyes roamed Abe’s body. “My gun just really wants to shoot a load in you, Abey! Can you play little Willy?”

If looks could kill, Wilford would have never left that manor as the detective gave him a glare that could level a city. “You’re insufferable.” Abe lifted himself up, rolling his eyes before dropping back down, both men groaning in pleasure. “You talk about guns so much, it’s almost like you have a fetish.”

Wilford refused to look him in the eyes, Abe laughing before pausing, really looking at the man. “Seriously? What, you want me to fuck you with a gun or something?”

His eyes widened as he felt Wilford twitch inside of him, the man’s face getting as pink as his hair. “God, you’re such a fucking slut.”

Wilford was about to retort before Abe clenched around him, stealing the words right out of his mouth and turning them into a grunt.

“New rule: you’re not allowed to speak. Every time you say something I hit you.”

Wilford winked, laughing as he thrust his hips up, delighted when he watched Abe squirm. “Is that a promise, detective?”

“That’s a mark and a hit.”

“Oh, Abe, you can’t be seri- ow!”

#dick detective #pink murderer #mod bing

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 4 years

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How about Wilford with a floating potion? He's so silly and I think it would fit him. If not then that's totally okay too. ~ 🎭

I’ll combine these two. This’ll be the last potion prompt for now!

@romanticslimecreature

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“Wilf? You in here?”

Entering the room that looked like something straight out of Willy Wonka’s factory, you huffed as you didn’t see Wilford anywhere.

You heard him yelling about something as you walked past the closed door, so you figured you’d check on him to make sure he was alright. Though..it seemed like nobody was here.

But as you headed out the door, you stopped upon hearing a small voice.

“W-Wait! [Y/n]!”

Blinking in confusion you looked back, before your eyes widened upon seeing Wilford–or rather a much tinier version of him–floating above his bed.

“What the…?” Rushing over to him, you carefully picked him up by the back of his shirt, holding him in the air. But he screamed and covered his face, legs kicking violently. “Hey, hey..it’s okay..I’m not gonna hurt-”

“I-It’s..it’s not you..” He nervously looked up at you, his lower lip trembling. “I’m just scared..o-of heights. Just a little.”

“Oh, okay. Let’s just go here then.” You sat on his bed, setting him down on the fluffy pink pillow. He smiled a bit, but he quickly gripped the pillow’s loose threads as he felt himself start to float again.

“So..what did you drink this time?”

“I-I uh..combined a few little potions–a shrinking and floating, if you will–even though that kitty wizard-”

“Magician.”

“Don’t correct Wilford Warfstache!!” He huffed. “Anywaaay, he strongly advised against doing that, but..I-I just couldn’t help myself, you know? Curiosity kills!”

You just sighed, shaking your head in dismay. “Well you don’t seem too freaked out by the result so…at least you knew what you were doing when you combined them.”

“Oh trust me…I had no goddamn clue.” He giggled.

#clanask #movie anon #wilford warfstache x reader #potion prompt #fluff

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nekosounds · 4 years

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Thought I had at 2 am,

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but Willy Wonka is Wilford Warfstache, and Charlie Bucket is Eric Derekson

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