#so I'm bringing it back

[mariaphallus]

i think it's sad when women suffer, funny when ugly men suffer and sexy when hot men suffer

[owl127]

Azgeda!Clarke (T)

resurrecting old requests :)

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It was one of those days where the Coalition meeting brimmed with chaos, a reminder of deeply rooted distrust between clans. Lexa stepped out of the meeting room, where ambassadors still argued in harsh tones and loud voices. On days where escalating insults bordered on violence, Lexa’s hope wavered, but she reminded herself that any sort of heated words were better than civil war. She'd take angry ambassadors over them killing each other's puppies any day.

She nodded at the kind beta who brought her steaming tea, a small reprieve from the battle waiting for her back inside the meeting room. She had barked an order for a short break, the room reeking of alpha and veiled dominance. Lexa had to impose her leadership before things escalated between Floukru and Sangedakru. Another shout rang from the meeting, and Lexa knew Azgeda had entered the argument with the delicacy of a Pauna. 

So much squabbling over the price of salted fish.

The door behind her stretched open, and she had half a mind to wave Titus away, but instead of the submissive presence of her Flamekeeper, another scent enveloped her. 

"Shouldn’t you be inside making sure your ambassadors will not commit murder?" Lexa said sternly, her eyes on her tea. 

The woman behind her pushed back her navy blue hood, her pale scars gleaming silver against her sun-kissed skin."Astrid is a big girl. She can take care of herself."

Lexa did not move other than to look behind her shoulders. "There will be consequences if Azgeda starts a fight."

Unbothered, the intruder took another step, the small chamber behind the meeting room feeling smaller as Lexa breathed her in.

"What kind of consequences?" There was a playful tug to the Azgeda’s smile, teasing, but Lexa did not flinch. 

"Do not take another step if you do not want another mark on that pretty face of yours." 

The smile blossomed into a full grin. 

"You think I’m pretty?"

Green eyes widened slightly at the audacity. A clearing of the throat broke the stare Lexa found herself stuck in, and she turned fully to the door where Titus held it open. The voices from the arguing had died down.

"Heda, the ambassadors are ready to proceed with the meeting," he informed, his eyes avoiding the other presence in the room.

Lexa nodded, noticing how the Azgeda ignored Titus with the same levity as being ignored. 

"Commander." She bowed, and Lexa walked past her, heading back for another round of negotiations. 

"Clarke," she nodded curtly, but Titus' presence had soured the alpha's grin.

It was better that way.

The large meeting room felt hot as Lexa stepped back inside.

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It took another long day of meetings and ordering Titus away from her quarters for Lexa to find herself alone with that scent again. Her fingers rested on an unturned page, and she allowed her shy smile to grow, warming her cheeks. The unfamiliar shrill of nervousness ran down her spine, her belly erupting in expectation.  

The window was carelessly open, with dark curtains fluttering in the wind. Candles burned, forgotten, leaving a hazy scent of flowers to battle the new earthy musk that so uninvitedly affronted Lexa’s nose. 

"I keep forgetting how freaking tall this window is." Clarke, clad in full Azgeda gear, tumbled from the window high in the Polis tower. At the sweaty alpha dusting herself off the floor of her bedroom, Lexa raised one eyebrow. 

"What makes you think you’re welcomed here?"

"The two mean guards at the door who refused to let me in, of course." The big, contagious grin from two days ago had returned. Undeterred, Clarke kicked off her boots and walked to Heda’s bed. 

Lexa watched the confident woman plot unceremoniously next to her, her grin splitting her face in half. Her pale scars danced under the flickering candlelight. When Lexa took her sweet time simply staring at her, the grin turned to the beginning of a frown. 

"Am I not welcome?" Clarke sat on the bed, hands in the air. Her eyebrows knotted in uncertainty, and Lexa finally took pity. 

Lexa reassured her with a warm hand on her cheek. She felt the rigged lines on the tips of her fingers, multiple marks to attest to the warrior’s courage and bravery. A wet tongue met Lexa’s fingers, and she gasped at the touch.

Lexa’s cheeks burned. 

Before Clarke met her in a kiss, Lexa placed a firm hand on her chest. "Don’t pull that again in any other meetings. I do not want to give Titus any more reasons to want your head."

"It was harmless," Clarke defended. Lexa pushed her back again when another kiss was denied. Clarke huffed, her patience never having been a strong virtue.

"No one followed you?" Lexa insisted, clutching at a half-unbuttoned blouse.

"You know I am careful about that." 

"What about the Azgeda ambassador? Won’t she ask about who you’ve been with?"

"I trust Astrid with my life."

"Does she know?" 

"Lexa," Clarke tried, but the omega had turned to stand up from the bed. "We got our scars together. She would never tell."

"The Coalition will be in jeopardy if Nia discovers that her precious general shares my bed," Lexa said mostly to herself, ignoring Clarke's tired sigh. "You will be in danger," she finished with a whisper. 

Lexa had one hand on her chin and the other on her waist, planning different strategies around an irritable Nia to avoid any bloodspill. Clarke approached from behind and, with a little coaxing, wrapped her arms around Lexa so she could rest against her chest. 

"The Coalition is important to me too. I would never risk it," she said to Lexa’s hair, taking a deep breath of Heda. "But more than that, I would never jeopardize us."

Lexa wanted to believe her. She wanted to give herself to the alpha that called to her, to the scent that made her legs tremble and her heart flutter. She wanted to be free and to love Clarke.

So she did.

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It was always cold in the Ice Nation. Winter braved their lands earlier and was slow to leave. Close to the coughing fireplace inside the room destined for Heda, Lexa’s bones could not warm up under the unrelenting cold. The open window didn’t help, with the wind bringing bits of snow and invading her warm space. The loud wind and undeniable chill that ran through her spine told her of an upcoming storm. 

The Ice Nation was not welcoming in the least. 

She walked closer to the fire, adjusting the coat that covered most of her frame. One hand rested on the wall while the other, against her better judgment, rested on her lower belly, and she could not suppress a small smile. With her back to the open window, Lexa sighed when quiet feet padded into the bedroom. A smile cracked Lexa’s dry lips when a warm presence approached her from behind.

In the seconds that followed, the warming alpha pheromones that Lexa had expected never reached her nose. Instead, gut-clenching fear invaded her system as someone pushed her roughly against the freezing wall. A fighter held her knee immobilized and her left arm behind her back before Lexa could react. Her mouth opened to call for Anya, who guarded the hallway, but the smooth, chill touch of metal reached her neck, pressing just enough to tickle a line of dark blood. 

"Silence," a voice rasped against her ear, teeth gritting in disgust. 

Lexa cursed herself for not being prepared.

Those damn cold lands. 

The blade sank a breath deeper, and Lexa was ready to shove it back and die fighting, but as soon as it happened, the weight behind her vanished. A heavy grunt followed as the body was thrown haphazardly on the floor, and another alpha, now the familiar scent Lexa expected, jumped on top of the assassin’s body to push her own blade deep into a pulsing neck. Blood gurgled from a parted mouth once and twice until the body under Clarke stopped moving altogether.

Under the fire, the blood shone dark, and Lexa ran a hand over the shallow cut on her own throat. 

"I see you already had company." Clarke failed at her attempt at humor, with her eyes ablaze and her hands trembling. Lexa realized she shared her predicament when the warmth of Clarke's embrace enveloped her. They remained united in the silent room for an undefined moment, the fire suddenly loud as their hearts slowed down. 

A warm hand touched Lexa’s neck, gently, padding at the slow trickle of blood. 

"I’m fine," Lexa said with a peck on Clarke’s lip. "Who was this?" She pointed to the still body on the floor, and Clarke cursed under her breath.

"Doesn’t matter right now." She insisted on the pressure on Lexa’s wound, the blood slowing to a stop. "Are you alright?"

Lexa nodded, one hand resting on top of Clarke’s. "I didn’t come here only for the Coalition." The realization of why she was there came back in a warmth that started in her belly, dissolving the panic that the attempt on her life caused. "I needed to talk to you."

"You need to leave. You and your entourage. You’re not safe here." 

Before what happened that night, Lexa would argue. But the body of an assassin had barely been cold, and she knew she couldn’t find a reason to stay. Clarke’s eyes were dark under the flickering light of the fire, concern etched on every crease of her face. Lexa’s finger followed the scar that started on her eyebrow and outlined her face, dying on the tip of her chin. Clarke shuddered under her touch. 

"I’m sorry, my love, but you need to go." It was painful for Clarke to say that. She turned to kiss the tips of Lexa’s fingers. 

"Anya!" Clarke yelled from the bedroom, and Anya and another Azgeda guard appeared at the door. They both looked at the body on the ground and back at Clarke and Lexa. The guard’s blue eyes widened, and he bolted back to the hallway. 

"Don’t let him escape!" Clarke pointed, and Anya did not need to be told twice. 

Once again alone in the bedroom, Clarke clasped Lexa’s cold hands in hers. "Lexa, you need to go. There will be more." She pointed to the body on the floor with her chin, and Lexa gulped. "Azgeda is not stable right now."

Voices escalated in the hallway, with exalted barks of orders in a mix of trigedasleng and the clipped, guttural Azgeda language.

Clarity shone in Lexa’s eyes. "It's a coup," she breathed. 

Clarke nodded. "That’s why I insisted on you not coming," Clarke said in exasperation, her hands tightening around Lexa’s.

"I needed to talk to you, and letters were not safe," Lexa insisted. 

Quietly, Anya appeared at the door again. A splash of blood stained her cheek, but she did not seem to notice. 

"Heda, we are ready to leave," she said in trigedasleng, and Lexa nodded, but didn’t move. 

"Get my horse ready. I will follow." 

Anya seemed reluctant to leave her alone. She exchanged a small nod with Clarke before running back to the dark hallway. 

"You must follow her," Clarke finally turned around, but Lexa grabbed her hand.

"Clarke." Her voice trembled, and her stomach was in knots at being overwhelmed. She took a deep breath, and under the aggression, she found the calm scent she trusted. Steps reverberated from the corridor, and Clarke pushed them further into the room, her body protecting Lexa from whoever ran down the hall. Lexa’s hand closed on Clarke’s shirt, bringing the alpha’s attention back to her. "Clarke," she pleaded once more.

Clarke huffed a breath, exasperated. "I’m the general of the queen, and I’m leading a coup that might overthrow her, so you better have something very important to say or I—"

"I’m pregnant." 

"—will tie you to that horse, and... what?" 

Clarke’s eyes widened, showing she had understood what Lexa said, and her hands went to her shoulders. "What?" she repeated because there was nothing else she could do. Lexa looked down at her hands, which were still gripped tightly on the coarse material of Clarke’s coat. She couldn’t stare the alpha in the eye. 

"That’s what I needed to tell you," Lexa whispered. Clarke’s eyes searched her face, focusing on the fresh wound on her neck, down to her chest, and finally on her covered abdomen. 

"You sure?" Her voice changed, with a tone of reverence overtaking her earlier despair. Lexa found the courage to look up, finding dark blue eyes again and nodding. Not as far away as Clarke hoped, an explosion sounded in the royal Azgeda complex. A cacophony of voices and shouts cut through the night.

They were running out of time. 

Clarke embraced her lover, pulling her as close as she could, a desperate need to engrave the scent in her mind. When they pulled apart, Lexa did not comment on the coat of wetness on the alpha’s eyes. Clarke drew away with a final nod, a trembling hand over Lexa's covered tummy.

"Name her something soft," Clarke said when she looked up. "Soft but strong."

Lexa swallowed nothing as she nodded. Reluctantly, Clarke stepped back.

A bulking figure stopped at the door. Before Lexa could jump away, the tall man exchanged curt words with Clarke in the harsh way they spoke in their native language. Lexa didn't need to understand the language to understand war.

"You need to go," Clarke repeated with a firm hand on Lexa’s back. "Anya is waiting for you outside." With a single kiss to chapped lips, Lexa left the room where, minutes earlier, she had almost died.

Lexa, Anya, and Gustus made it a few miles away from the Azgeda palace before they heard new explosions. 

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A fortnight had passed since Lexa made it to Polis. The journey under the storm had made her feel sick, but she wasn’t sure if it was worry or the growing pup inside her. Other clans already knew of the battles happening in the Ice Nation, but no one knew who had emerged victorious. The Coalition had vowed to not intervene, and instead wait for the Azgeda leader, whoever that may be: a rebel general or the ice queen. 

It was late into the night when a knock on her quarters' door woke Lexa from a slumber. She had fallen asleep on her desk, reviewing letters from worried ambassadors. The knock repeated, and Lexa groaned, adjusting her shirt before ordering her guards to open the door. 

"Heda, a messenger has arrived." Noticing the urgency, the guard completed, "A messenger from Azgeda." 

Lexa nodded, stepping outside to make the trip to the main floor of the tower, where she met the messenger. When she arrived, with her sash and coat, she greeted the boy with a nod. Snow was still frozen on the pitiful attempt at a mustache on his red face. He couldn’t have more than fourteen summers, but his warrior scars were long healed. 

"A message for Heda Lexa." He took a respectful bow, even though his legs shook in exhaustion. "For Heda’s hand only," he insisted, a folded piece of paper in his hands. 

Lexa took the paper and ordered her guards, "Find him something warm to eat and a place to rest." 

Before the redheaded boy could leave, he bowed once more to Lexa. "A message, Heda, from King Roan." 

Lexa’s heart fluttered at the news. Her eyes remained calm, and she nodded at the boy. 

King Roan.

Not Queen Nia.

She smiled.

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Winter's deep, cold claws were receding from Polis, and the first flowers bravely emerged from the warming soil. With another treaty season on the horizon, new Council meetings loomed, and ambassadors and their representatives filled Polis with different colors and products. The market was as alive as ever, with pups running around among the new scents. 

Black consumed the sky in the late winter night. Lexa shuffled in bed, sleep a hard commodity as her body adjusted to the changes. The wind agitated the curtains, and there was a quiet grunt as a body rolled from the window without a single ounce of grace.

Lexa smiled into her furs.

"Bloody hell, this tower is so high." The woman inhaled deeply from the ground, her arms spread wide across the wooden floor. "Why do you stay on the top floor again?"

"It’s not the top floor."

Clarke made her way from the floor to the bed, and they both sighed in relief as they met in a long-awaited hug. Lexa melted against the arms around her.

"I missed you," Clarke whispered over the intricate braids, nudging the soft skin behind Lexa’s ear. 

"I wasn’t sure if you would make it. Ambassador." She turned to meet Clarke’s eyes, both their hands resting instinctively over Lexa’s belly. Clarke stared between them in awe. 

"You’ve grown."

"Measure your words." 

"I missed you."

"Please use the door next time."

[spiderispunk]

Thirst Hours

Thirst Hours is back!!

How it works: Submit a smutty thought about a character to my inbox and I’ll write a short blurb about it. 

Characters I currently write for: Billy Russo, Bucky Barnes, Drukkari, Druig, Eddie Brock (with Venom and without), Frank Castle, Loki Laufeyson, Matt Murdock, tasm!Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, SamBucky (x reader or just the two of them), Sharon Carter, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul, Han Solo, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, The Darkling, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Jim Hopper, M’Baku, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth

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[mobscene-london]

MOB SCENE ADVENT CALENDAR: DAY FOUR.

So we’ve had the regular character development sheets and filled them out. Time for a holiday themed one! Feel free to fill this out on as many or few characters as you’d like. None of the Advent stuff is compulsory. It’s just supposed to be a bit of fun. Please make sure to create your own post with this sheet, though. Don’t reblog.

TRADITIONS:

Are you a Grinch, or do you enjoy the holidays?:

On which day do you celebrate Christmas?:

Is it a religious celebration or non-denominational?:

Who do you usually spend the holidays with?:

What does your typical Christmas dinner include?:

Do you open your presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day?:

Do you still have a stocking?:

Do you still get an Advent Calendar?:

Do you leave all of your Christmas shopping until last minute, or are you organised?:

Do you take charge of the day, or are you the one in the corner sipping Baileys?:

Any traditions passed down through the family?:

Any weird things your family does that others don’t?:

Do you go all-out with decorations, or keep it basic?:

Post a picture of what your Christmas tree looks like:

Do you ever spend the holidays away from home?:

Do you like to get a bit tipsy, or is it an alcohol-free zone?:

FAVOURITES/FUN BITS:

Favourite Christmas song:

Least favourite Christmas song:

Favourite Christmas food:

Least favourite Christmas food:

Favourite Christmas movie:

Least favourite Christmas movie:

Favourite Christmas tradition:

Ever re-gifted?:

If you had an unlimited budget, what would you buy for the three most important people in your life?:

If you could have any gift in the world, unlimited budget, what would it be?:

Weirdest Secret Santa gift ever received:

If you could kiss any fictional character under the mistletoe, who would it be?:

If you were forced to wear an ugly sweater to an ugly sweater party, what would it look like?:

What’s your go-to outfit for festive fancy dress?:

Christmas Day or New Year’s Eve?:

White Christmas or snow-free?:

MEMORIES: (feel free to write any as separate drabbles, and link them later)

Earliest Christmas memory:

Best Christmas memory:

Worst Christmas memory:

Best Christmas present ever received, and who was it from:

Best Christmas present ever sent, and who was it for:

Someone you wish you could bring back for one last Christmas:

Have you ever been stuck somewhere else for Christmas?:

Feel free to add any questions as you think of them if you want to make your list a little more comprehensive! And again, if you’d like to write any of the memories section as drabbles, feel free to do so at any time. You can always add the link into the questionnaire later.

[marzipanandminutiae]

"hey why are all the barrier garments like linen shirts or chemises or combinations going away?"

"oh we have more washable fabrics now! you don't need to worry about sweat reaching your outer clothing when you can just chuck it in the washing machine!"

"cool!"

[100 years later]

"so uh all of those new washable fabrics are leaching microplastics into our water, and the constant machine-washing wears garments out faster. they're also not really sturdy enough to be mended, so we keep having to throw them out and now the planet is covered in plastic fabric waste that will never break down. also it turns out that the new washable fabrics hold odor-causing bacteria VERY well. so could we get those barrier garments back please?"

"sorry babe linen now costs $100000/yard and since it's been so long without them, nobody knows how to adapt barrier garments to the current styles anyway"

"..."

"maybe try this new $50 undershirt made of Special Sweat-Wicking Plastic Fabric! :) :) :)"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I know those eyes.

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[donutdrawsthings]

Some crossovers I thought would be fun and the first doctor and his granddaughter Susan! I've been watching some Classic Who and I cried at her departure :'o)

[14dayswithyou]

💖 Day 3.5 is now available! 💖

For the last couple of months, only Server Boosters had access to the 3.5 update... Buuuuut now it's available for everyone to play in the 14DWY Discord — and soon itch.io once I'm happy with the QA and state of the game — so please don't feel pressured to join unless you want to!!

The full devlog + even more screenshots are under the cut ^^

What's been added to the 3.5 version?

📺 Streamer Mode!

I've been told that it's difficult to stream and monetise age-restricted videos on YouTube and Twitch, so I added an option to remove the sexual content and strong language used in the demo.

Now y'all can invite Ren into your bed for cuddles without putting your streamer career on the line /silly /lh

This won't affect the 18+ rating or dark themes/elements of the game, however! Although Streamer Mode will prevent you from seeing any "gruesome" CGs in the future, most of the core elements of the game will still be tied to the choices and decisions you make. So you won't miss out on the overall experience by using streamer mode!!

⚙️ Custom Pronouns!

It only took me one entire year to get around to it, but you can finally choose your own preferred pronouns (or use a set of pronouns instead)... At the cost of being able to change them mid-game ^^;

Since the original pronoun screen wouldn't update until a new scene was displayed, I temporarily disabled the feature. But once I find a workaround, I'll bring it back!

💗 Choose how others perceive you!

You can now choose how the cast and narration perceive you! Originally, the narration was kept strictly gender-neutral (outside of pronouns and genitalia picked by the player), but this will soon change in future updates.

For more clarity: you don't get to choose the words specifically, but you can choose between masculine, feminine, and androgynous terms!

📋 Separate top and bottom genitalia!

You can now choose your tatas and pps separately! >:3

Alongside that, you can also choose your preferred body type!

I removed the "both" genitalia option because a few players still assumed it was an obscure version of "intersex". That wasn't my intention and I don't want to mislead anyone, so I took it out for now ^^;

I also didn't want to include a screenshot of the new genitalia choices in action (because it's NSFW), so y'all get the same character menu screen for the nth time instead lmao

📱 Relationship Screen Overhaul!

You can now change your own status for more immersion, and long-term Server Boosters will eventually be able to submit and use their own icon within the game as well!

Stalking finding your friends has now become easier by using "Buddy Maps"; a new app that allows you to see the location of all the cast members!

I want to offer players more incentive to check the relationship screen since they tend to miss the status updates, so hopefully this might help ;v;

It also says it "updates every few hours" so folks don't go overboard and check every 5 seconds to see where Ren is gdsghf (also keep in mind that he's a hacker lol)

🖤 Additional Scenes Update!

Day 2 received a brand new CG!!!!! Originally, I planned on only adding a few CGs sporadically throughout the game, but it didn't feel right to leave Day 2 so... empty... so I added a brand new CG to (hopefully) make things feel more balanced and natural!

If you decline Teo's offer on Day 3, Leon will now call and try to convince you to reconsider. However, players are still allowed to decline, and if they do, they'll reach a dead end.

After listening to feedback on itch, I changed some of the dialogue during Days 1-3 to make it seem more consistent! They're only small changes though, so it's honestly not worth looking for sdgjssga

🎶 Updated BGM and SFX!

I wanted to try out a different style of music to see if it fits the vibe of 14DWY more! The BGM features more acoustics to suit the "beachy" theme of Corland Bay, though I made a conscious effort to include piano elements as well to stay true to the original!!

I figured it'd be better to give players a live example before I make a poll (to see if they prefer the change or not) and publish it to Itch.

Some new SFX have also been added, though it's very minimal and honestly not that noticeable.

How to download and play the update?

(warning: clicking on the following links will open Discord!!) To download the Day 3.5 update, simply join the 14DWY Discord server, verify your age, and visit the "14dwy-updates" channel!

Alternatively, you can also wait until the update is publicly released on Itch to play it as well!! (It normally gets released shortly after a round of QA testing/getting feedback from the server, though I may release it earlier if I feel like it hehe ^^)

Enjoy!!

[lotus-pear]

"feels like we could go on for forever this way.." (x)

[kugisakiss]

i get to use dead memes from 2017 because, like frieren, things from 6 years ago feels just like yesterday to me

[soupforsoup]

Bring back my wife (Eliot's glasses) from the war (tv continuity erasure)

[thequantumranger]

Raúl Esparza in Season 23 of Law & Order: SVU (1999-)

[icewindandboringhorror]

On average, what is the total MONTHLY amount that you spend on dining out*?

*(This doesn't only count going out to restaurants, but also stuff like picking up fast food to bring home, getting a coffee on the way to work, getting a premade sandwich from a grocery store deli during lunch, buying a quick snack from a convenience store or food cart whilst walking somewhere, ordering a pizza or any other food to be delivered to your home, etc.)

*(If you often dine out in groups/as a household: calculate and divide the costs so that you get a Per Person average. This is for YOU individually, NOT the total household/group costs)

(I'm sure polls similar to this have been made before (very common topic), I just haven't personally seen one that I can remember, so, I was curious to do my own! I was discussing this with a group of people today and it was very interesting to see how widely the number varied between individuals. :0c )

(Reblog for bigger sample size if you can, and feel free to explain your answer in tags if there's anything extra to add!)

[monsamborabutterfly]

I love how Colin basically was like "you don't need to be taught you already have it in you"

The way he couldn't even imagine that anyone wouldn't be charmed by Pen cause she already charmed HIM...

MR. BRIDGERTON

[jkvjimin]

❝so wouldn't it make sense if I was yours and you could call me your baby but we say we're just, say we're just friends, just for now❞

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