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helshollowhalls · 5 months
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Portia: Stop! Put me down!! PLEASE!!!
MC, trying to put her on the Christmas tree: THE. STAR. GOES. ON. TOP.
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bastart13 · 1 year
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Even if I have some issues with her tale, it's good to go back to Portia and Isha again
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rasby · 6 months
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Mud 💛
[3/6]
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pandemoniclucio · 1 year
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MC: Hey, your sister Portia is cute. Julian:[Stares] MC: It's a joke. At The Wedding Julian:[Giving his best man speech] And they told me it was a joke.
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dandydanthelion · 9 months
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old art
partners in crime!!
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fox-daddy · 4 months
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Portia: Isn't it crazy how you close both eyes you see black, but when you close one eye you can't see anything at all.
Mc:... *Wondering what trick this is*
Mc: gives in and closes one eye*
Portia: did you just wink at me, you little flirt?
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sxftkxssxs · 11 months
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How do you think the main 6 would react if MC was related to one of the courtiers (sibling or child of) and they still had a relatively good relationship with them, like hanging out over tea or freindly bickering ect. Bonus if its valdemar cause they're probably the scariest out of all of them xx
//I love your HCs BTW xx
I just went ahead and used Vlademar! If you do want versions with the others then I'll gladly do that! I'm glad you like my writing <3
M6 with a Mc who’s a sibling of one of the courtiers
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Asra
...You're actually related???
Wonderful, amazing, love of his life, related to Vlademar??
He's filled with a mix of disgust, surprise, and confusion.
Why that one? Out of all of them he despises Vlademar the most.
He does try to not fight or be salty towards him at least, which is only slightly successful.
If Asra runs in on you two catching up over tea he'll be absolutely flabbergasted. Vlademar?? Crazy experiment doctor chatting over tea?
He'll always come with you when you go to see your sibling, and in doing that he learns a lot about the both of you and your relationship.
Julian
downright terrified 
you’re?? The sibling of Vlademar?? 
he’s spiraling, and there’s a 80% chance he will faint 
he’s always been intimidated by Vlademar even before he met you, and now it’s even worse
Julian will be sweating buckets around them. No questions asked.
It’s very weird seeing you banter with them, though. He never thought he’d see the Vlademar so relaxed and having a good relationship with someone.
Vlademar has threatened Julian more than once just for existing around you, and then tries to act like he was joking when you come around.
Nadia
You have to be kidding.
You're related to the craziest of the courtiers? Why couldn't it have been Vulta!?
She's stressing, growing metaphorical (and possibly literal) gray hairs.
As long as you both won't be a thorn in her side, (and you don't turn up in a ditch somewhere), she doesn't mind you two having time together in the palace.
She finds it incredibly awkward when she runs in on you two having some friendly bickering. This is still the same Vlademar right? You didn't replace him with someone on the streets of Vesuvia?
Nadia will try to spend some time with the both of you together, but she usually sits out on your little get togethers.
Muriel
He's not very pleased with this information
Vlademar was literally a follower of the devil??? And now you're fighting them over if a pastry tastes good??
Muriel would definitely hold some resentment. If you really do want them to get along he'll try his best.
Inanna in turn, also despises Vlademar. She'll never stay in a room alone with them.
He doesn't really like spending time with your sibling, they unnerve him.
Inanna will accompany you if she has to, especially if it'll ease Muriel's worry.
Portia
She's shocked
Portia is more easily introduced to them as your sibling, but she definitely holds a grudge against how her brother was treated during the plague and how cruel Vlademar can be
She doesn’t often hang out with the two of you together, but if you ask her to she will!
She learned how to fake pleasantries from working at the palace, and she puts them to use here
Pepi sits in your lap, making you look like an evil villain.
Lucio
again, why that one?
He never really liked Vlademar (or any of the courtiers)
You just had to be related to one of his past (Demonic?) "friends" didn't you?
He doesn't like being near Vlademar at all. Lucio will completely leave you two to be by yourselves.
Melchior likes to stay with you though, and will definitely growl if you two start bickering too harshly
Mercedes is with Lucio, screw hanging out with Vlademar!
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taduki · 10 months
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Portia would.
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auteurdefeu · 1 year
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Polycana.
There is so much polycule potential in the Arcana and if I have to write it all myself then so be it.
That is all, thank you. I’ll be on Ao3 if my services are required :)
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helshollowhalls · 1 year
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MC: *looking out the window with Portia, holding popcorn*
Julian:... What are the two of you doing?
MC: The TV broke
Portia: So we're watching a couple break up across the street
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xaharadesert · 5 months
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Kidnapped MC Turned Bandit Leader — Headcanon Pt 2
Portia Devorak x MC
A/N: every time someone sends me an ask anonymously I get to neglect it for months without guilt :) please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes!
🧡Portia🧡
Absolutely inconsolable when you first went missing
This woman is not afraid to cry whenever she has too many emotions, which is perfectly healthy, aside from the fact that she was constantly dehydrated from the consistent tears
She feels useless since she’s pretty much stuck in Vesuvia waiting for her more powerful friends to help find you
A lot of time is spent pacing around the palace grounds (Nadia, of course, gave her time off) and unintentionally scaring off anyone who didn’t know her (when she wasn’t crying, she looked like she was gonna punch someone)
Fortunately for Portia, she has more healthy coping mechanisms than most of the people around her, and plenty of friends to help her through hard times
Although she never once gave up hope that you would come back, she got back to work pretty quickly and kept busy
She also decided that when you did get back, the two of you would need to celebrate
Honestly, she knew she was steering more into delusion with that last one, but she needed something positive to look forward to
If she couldn’t control any part of the search for you, then she could at least control what would happen when you got back
Luckily for Portia, her naive daydreams actually paid off when you suddenly returned a few months after your disappearance
It was Julian who alerted her to your presence at the Rowdy Raven, having sprinted all the way to her cottage when he first spotted you (he sprinted back to the tavern with her too, so he was thoroughly out of breath and wheezing on the floor for a good ten minutes when they returned)
Portia had spent a good deal of time thinking up a variety of opening lines for when she first saw you again, with a few options for each of the dozens of circumstances
But really, when she saw you, all of that left her head and she once again burst into tears
Doesn’t matter if you were sitting, standing, or dancing: Portia barrelled into you at speeds that even professional sprinters would be astonished by
It might have been a little painful for the both of you, but frankly Portia was so happy to see you that she didn’t even care
Absolutely no coherent sentences were exchanged; the two of you just sat on the floor, clinging to each other while she sobbed
Now, at this point your bandit gang was probably a bit curious, but respectfully kept their distance
Portia didn’t really notice, given that she didn’t care about anything other than the fact that you were back, and you were apparently okay
But it would definitely be a topic of discussion between you and Portia, as well as you and your gang, later
Portia wouldn’t calm down for the rest of the night— all plans for a celebration forgotten— so you would inevitably return to your shared home with a promise to your new friends to find them the following morning
Portia insisted that you have some homemade food, and wrapped you in blankets to cuddle
She sat beside you, really just basking in the fact that you were home
Eventually, she dozed off, and the two of you were stuck on the couch for the rest of the night
So waking up was a little painful, with sore muscles and faces puffy
But it was more than worth it to still be together
Breakfast came first, per Portia’s orders, but the conversation about where you had been came shortly after
Portia was torn between being mad, since you definitely could have come home sooner, and being astonished by your adventures
To her credit, she sat and listened with more patience than she had ever used in her life
And the first question out of her mouth was “when can I meet them?”
The “them” in question was your new gang of bandits that you were apparently now leading
Being one of the more open minded people in Vesuvia (not to mention being Julian’s sister), Portia was more than willing to give all of your new friends a fair chance before passing judgement on them
Although, she may have already been slightly biased since she was still pissed that you hadn’t come back sooner
But she could talk to you about that properly later
For now, it was time to learn all about your new life, and how exactly she could fit into it
And, yes, she would be fitting into it, because you had just become 20x cooler and there was no way she was ever letting you go now
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rasby · 9 months
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This took me way too long!!
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Might have to start writing the arcana fanfics bc I’m desperate idc if no one will read them I need to pretend I’m making out with Muriel
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malaks-perch · 1 year
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Helloooo!
I’m trying to start writing for the Arcana, but I keep struggling to write for Portia.
Do you have any tips?? ( on writing for Portia, or just for writers block in general. )
take as long as you need & have a good day.
oh gosh, tips???😳 guys know that i tried. if you post any of these tips elsewhere pls credit me bc i worked really hard on this but without furtherado
ymmm firstly what ive learned about writing is everyone has their own perception of characters so not all outcomes are gonna be the same, i naturally took one look at portia and thought:
yeah, there's bound to be some mischievous crack there, only because thats who i perceive portia to be.
when writing i have to consider the fact portia is a character with feelings and flaws so she's not going to take to everyone immediately. i took one look at lucio wnd went ; yes, hes a chaos gremlin
but portia, in my opinion, would try to reel anyone wanting to go near lucio back in because portia was different feelings about him, different morals, and her worries that she's set aside and experienced from her encounters with lucio (hold on! don't, don't go over there. you need to be careful around him, he's not to be taken lightly)
but tips on writing portia..
theres canon and fanon, it's nice to let your readers know every now and then which one you're leaning towards. here's a helpful guide of definitions defining both terms: what is canon and what is fanon?
references! references! references! it's hard to write a characters sometimes, for me at least, when there's little to no writing about that character because you have to figure out little specifics like how would muriel handle one of his chickens being mangled or what does nadia do when she tastes a dish she doesn't like? sometimes it's hard to tell by yourself so pick a few fics that you really like, reblog them, take notes on what characterizations you like or what sticks out to you most, having a reference lets you have base and a foundation to go off of.
alternatively; it's nice to have friends/responsive readers in the same fandom because you can read what they think portia might've/would do in the next chapter or what they thought portia would have done. ie, it's nice to have a place to start when you're writing characterizations about an unfamiliar character
hmm... practice. practice is good, take some prompts or talk to a friend, putting your characters in every day conflicts is a good way to start writing for them. you ripped your favorite shirt - does portia swear like a sailor or collapse to her knees with remorse if it happens or does she just fix it? no cereal left in your cupboards - does portia deflate or go get some? basically there's a lot of questions and as a writer, you get to determine your own answers for them because there's no writer pop up block thats going to say uh no, this character doesn't do that. thats bull and you're the one writing this character so go nuts.
if you genuinely don't know where to start on writing for a charcter, this works for me without fail:
1. read through writing prompts and rp prompts from a resource blog (type in rp prompts, you'll get tons), take note of prompts you like
2. revisit official content: reread that one book, go through your favorite arcana chapters, rewatch that tv show. ideas pop back up. you might lack the gas to write them but jot down the ideas. write them down bc i promise you'll forget all seven of them.
3. if you have your concept or idea, figure out the reason why your character is doing the things they're doing. is it for approval? is it because they want to hold their hand for a night so the other doesn't suspect them? add some stakes. figure out the ending. give your story conflict and make it stick.
writer's block. the enemy of the brain. a procrasinators best friend
alright look. everyone knows theres no upsie daisy out of it. if there is TELL ME. DM ME. COMMENT. PLS EVERYONS DESPERATE. but anyway the best way you can fight it, is to let it breathe.
if you're facing writers block then map out the plot. you need to know where you are and figure out where the story is supposed to be going. the story should have a checkpoint as to where it needs to be. get there.
is this more than one chapter?? figure out what goes in the chapter you're in, what happened in the previous one, okay, and now move on to the next one. you know what you already have, somethings not working between Point A and Point B, so just move on to a different part of the story.
it's not more than one chapter? same thing. you should reevaluate what's happened, where you are, and what needs to happen. throw something to move the story in the fray. maybe it won't make sense now, but you'll be able to write off of it and move forward. you can go back and change it later if you don't like it.
if you're stuck, the problem is probably ten lines back or so. i thought that was bs when i read it for the first time, but then i checked a story once and found a characters actions were holding up my progress, changed it, and moved forward.
the hardest method of all for me is the let it breathe method.
let your mind breathe and forget about the fic, move on to a different show and relax. your brain needs a break whether you believe me or feel like you need one. you need a break and your mind needs to breathe bc you're suffocating it with one subject. so change it. let your mind breathe and change the subject.
let the work breathe. you've been harassing the words. overediting, overthinking that one sentence, you don't know what it needs and you've reread it too many times. let it go, do something else, you can go back to it in a few days and you'll connect the pieces later.
let yourself breathe. this is honestly a little repetitive and ugh, disgusting 'i don't need to breathe'. babe, you're obsessed with a deadline in your head, the image of a final perfect draft, obsessed to get it done. you probably lost sight of the fact you should be writing for yourself. writing for yourself is supposed to be fun. you're not having fun, go somewhere else until you can properly allow your mind to connect theories and concepts together. you need to go have some me time and it needs to last more than twenty four hours or until you stop checking the clock to see if twenty four hours have gone by yet or actually until you stop checking the clock to see when you can get back to your work all together.
is it an external source hindering you from writing? is your support group not giving the right support or could it be that you're not receiving the feedback you need? make a bulleted list of points you need to figure out about your work and then rewrite that list as questions for a beta reader or yourself to answer.
whewww that's a lot of advice. ive been writing for a little bit, i started in middle school and im still reading tips on how to further my writing. i ask around and i look around, but theres no set bar for anything. writing is hard, writing fantic is hard, and dont even get me started on writers block. but if you need help, the answers are either out there at your fingertips or maybe your mind needs a break before you can unscramble them from in there.
i hope this helps and let me know if you ever need any help with portia. xoxo
— the shopkeep
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wiltingdecay · 1 year
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Banana Pancakes
Some fashionably late Ruasha fluff for Portia's birthday!
Word count: 1.6k
Rating: T (some swearing and one (1) sex joke because it's these two)
Pairing: Rowan Aisling x Portia Devorak
"Rowan?"
Rowan's heart sank.
"No," they groan petulantly in response, without turning to look at her. If they couldn't see her, they could almost pretend she hadn't actually gotten up - her voice was merely a figment of their sleep-deprived imagination. "Go back to bed."
"Are you... making breakfast?"
They could hear the smile in Portia's voice, but it didn't do much to heal Rowan's wounded pride.
"It was supposed to be a surprise..." Rowan had no choice but to admit defeat. They sigh, errant curls fluttering out of their face from the force of it. "I was going to bring it to you in bed. Start your birthday off right."
It had all been going to plan so far. Figuring out how to wake up before Portia had been tricky; she always rose with the sun, and now that they didn't have the shop to worry about, Rowan was barely functional before ten o’clock on a good morning. Pepi, ever the innovator, had come up with a most elegant solution; as soon as the first rays of sunlight woke her up, she had stealthily crawled to the bed where Rowan slept beside Portia, and bit their foot until they eventually startled awake.
(It might have taken a little more encouragement to actually wake Rowan up than either of them expected, but the bleeding had stopped quickly enough).
Once Rowan was finally up, it was simply a matter of getting out of bed and making it to the kitchen without alerting his still peacefully sleeping wife. If he hadn't been under the pressure of the ticking clock, he might have taken a few moments to simply admire her for longer. It was so rare he got to see her like this, dozing without a care in the world in the dappled lighting of early dawn, casting soft, cozy shadows over her smiling face, surrounded by a halo of auburn curls that caught aflame in the sunlight.
He would've reached out and stroked her smooth, adorably rounded cheek if it wouldn't have almost certainly woken her up. As it was, he only allowed himself a few seconds to steal a longing glance at her sleeping form, all soft curves and inviting warmth, before leaving the bedroom and gently shutting the door between them.
On quiet feet Rowan crept into the kitchen, gathering ingredients as carefully as he could so as to not spill or drop anything that could cause a clatter. Pepi wasn't of much help, what with her unfortunate lack of hands, but she made for incredibly adorable moral support as Rowan lined everything up on the counter and used their magic to light the stove. While they waited for it to come to the right temperature, they mashed the ingredients together in the mixing bowl and whisked gently until the resulting batter seemed to be the right consistency. Rowan was an astoundingly mediocre cook, especially compared to their darling wife, but any fool could whip up some halfway-decent banana pancakes.
"What'ya think, Pepi?" Rowan whispered to the rotund little cat as they offered her the mixing bowl to sniff. "Is it OK?"
Pepi chirped as quietly as a cat could chirp, and that was all the encouragement Rowan needed. Once the stove was hot enough, Rowan melted a generous amount of butter in a skillet and carefully spooned in a ladle-ful of the pancake mixture. Rowan kept kept eyes glued to it the entire time it cooked, gnawing anxiously on their finger as they tried to guess when they needed to flip it.
Once the bubbles that were forming on top started to pop, they tentatively took hold of the handle, took a deep breath, and flicked the skillet up in the air. The pancake jumped, turned over in the air, and landed neatly back down on its uncooked side. The side that had been cooking was an appetising shade of golden-brown, not so much as an edge burnt.
Rowan let out the breath they'd been holding and grinned goofily, punching the air in quiet triumph. If they'd been making this breakfast for themself, they frankly wouldn't care less what happened to it; if they burnt it, they'd just shrug, throw it out, and eat some toast instead.
But this had to be perfect. It was for Portia, and perfection was no less than she deserved. On her birthday, or any other day of the year.
Rowan managed to get through a second pancake still without incident, and had been on the third when Portia crept up on them. Infuriatingly, they probably would have stopped at three; they'd been planning on serving the pancakes with some tea, some fresh berries, and yoghurt with honey, just to make sure she had enough. If they'd been just a little faster with their preparation, they probably would've had everything finished just as Portia was waking up.
Their train of thought is interrupted as Portia sidles up to them, wrapping her arms around their waist from behind. She's not tall enough to look over their shoulder, so she peers around their left arm instead.
"You made banana pancakes?" She says incredulously, her beautiful eyes crinkling as a broad smile begins to make its way across her face.
Rowan nods slightly, giving the third pancake a half-hearted flip; unfortunately it's not quite ready, and the uncooked side splatters unattractively across the skillet as it's turned over.
"Fuck's sake," they curse. "I mean, uh. Yeah. I looked through your cookbooks after you went to bed last night. This recipe seemed simple enough, and I knew you'd like it... if I didn't cock it up, anyway."
Portia just laughs, giving Rowan a firm squeeze around the middle. "Baby, they smell amazing. And even if they didn't, it's the thought that counts."  She plants a warm, soft kiss on their upper arm, just below the sleeve of the loose nightshirt they wore. "Thank you for thinking of me."
Rowan's lips part around a sigh, and he leans back into her embrace. "I think I'm always thinking of you, mo ghrá geal."
Portia snickers. "Mostly impure thoughts, I'd imagine."
At that, Rowan turns their head to look down at her, smiling wryly. She's dressed only in the gossamer babydoll she'd worn to bed, the straps slipping down her arms, hair wild and tumbling down her shoulders. Just as beautiful as the day they met her, the day they married her, and every day in between.
"Oh, naturally. I'm sure you've noticed I only made enough pancakes for you. I had a different breakfast in mind."
They wink as obnoxiously as they possibly can, and Portia bursts into a fit of giggles, swatting at them affectionately.
"Oh, you're incorrigible."
Rowan turns the final pancake out onto the plate. It's a mess, but it's properly cooked, and nothing a small avalanche of powdered sugar won't fix. In any case, he can say with confidence that Portia will love it. "You love me."
They can almost feel Portia's lips through their shirt as she smiles against their back. "I do."
Rowan turns in her embrace, ducking down to claim her lips in a gentle kiss. She cups their cheeks in both of her smaller hands, smiling into the kiss as they rest their own hands on her shoulders.
"This," Rowan thinks to themself, lost in a haze of dreamlike wonder. "This is what bliss feels like."
No matter how many years they've been with her, that feeling has never faded. Every minute spent with her, they think about how lucky they are to have her. Every kiss still feels like their first.
Rowan pecks her lips once more after they eventually part, drawing another giggle out of her.
"Go sit down," they tell her softly, gesturing to the kitchen table. "I'll bring everything over in a minute."
Portia sits at the head of the table like a queen in her throne, covering her eyes as Rowan approaches with a loaded tray a few minutes later to maintain the illusion of surprise. They chuckled warmly as they set the tray down in front of her, taking the seat by her side.
"OK, you can look now."
The plate of pancakes, decorated with sugar, and Rowan's best attempt at drawing a cat with syrup. A small bowl of strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, and pitted cherries. Another bowl of yoghurt and honey. A cup of sweet mango tea. And of course, an assortment of carefully wrapped gifts.
Even as Portia uncovers her eyes and takes it all in, Rowan can't help but feel nervous. She'll like it, of course - they're her spouse, for gods' sake, they know what she likes by now - but is it enough? Could anything ever really be enough, for such a wonderful woman who never asks for much, but deserves everything the world has to offer and more?
Their worries shatter almost instantly as Portia gets up from her seat and flings her arms around them.
"Rowan, it's perfect!" She gifts them in turn with a big, smacking kiss on their cheek as she squeezes them tightly. Rowan laughs, hugging her back with such enthusiasm that they practically pull her into their lap. "You're perfect, my little firefly. Thank you so, so much."
Her words certainly leave Rowan feeling like a firefly, aglow with love as they bask in her happiness. Smiling softly, they reach up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, at the same time stroking her cheek as they had wanted to do when she was sleeping.
"You're more than welcome. Happy birthday, Pasha."
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anni1600 · 2 years
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Happy Pride month y'all! 🌈
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I haven't drawn anything for The Arcana in a while, but I felt in the mood for something sweet and domestic the background took way too long lmao- marvel at the details
@im-not-a-porno thank you for helping me out and letting me rant to you about this for like 4 months as you saw me descend into madness lmao, you're a dear
(@imjustfloatingaway)
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